Текст песни Regina Spektor - Bobbing for Apples

Bobbing for apples in SomaliaThe man with the iron curtain is following youNo one's coming for tea timeExcept my own holy ghostYou're somewhere farProbably drinking a whiskeyI'm dating Jack Daniels, and Caleb's with Miss Nicky TineNachos with cocoa -- hey, to each his ownLovely people, lovely placesI can't remember names and I can't remember facesSomeone next door's fucking to one of my songsHey, light fixture, you are much too brightOh, won't you stay with me through the nightJust grab a pillow tight

And wait for the dizziness to passRock and roll, you ate my soulYou sucked dry my bones but you spit out my moleI'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the endLovely people, lovely placesDrunken faces, slurring their phrasesI'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the endYou so jealous, I'm so lonelyYou'll never forgive me but I love you onlyI'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the endYou so jealous, I'm so lonelyYou'll never forgive me but I love you onlySomeone next door's fucking to one of my songs [x5]
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