Bobbing for Apples (Live In London)

Bobbing for apples in Somalia
The man with the iron curtain is following you
No one's coming for tea-time except my own holy ghost
You're somewhere far, probably drinking a whiskey
I'm dating jack Daniel's and Caleb with Miss Nicky tea
Nachos with cocoa hey, to each his own

Lovely people, lovely places
I can't remember names, and I can't remember faces
Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs

Hey, light fixture, you are much too bright
Oh, won't you stay with me through the night?
Just grab a pillow tight, and wait for the dizziness to pass
Rock and roll, you ate my soul
You sucked dry my bones, but you spit out my mole
I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end

Lovely people, lovely places
Drunken faces, slurring their phrases
I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end

You're so jealous, I'm so lonely
You'll never forgive me, but I love you only
I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end

You're so jealous, I'm so lonely
You'll never forgive me, but I love you only

Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs
Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs
Someone next door's fucking to one of my-
One of my song
Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs



Credits
Writer(s): Regina Spektor
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