Ode to Divorce

The food that I'm eating
 Is suddenly tasteless
 I know I'm alone now
 I know what it tastes like
 So break me to small parts
 Let go in small doses
 But spare some for spare parts
 There might be some good ones
 Like you might make a dollar
 I'm inside your mouth now
 Behind your tonsils
 Peeking over your molars
 You're talking to her now
 You've eaten something minty
 And you're making that face that I like
 And you're going in, in for the kill, kill
 For the killer kiss, kiss
 For the kiss, kiss
 I need your money, it'll help me
 I need your car and I need your love
 I need your money, it'll help me
 I need your car and I need your love
 So won't you help a brother out?
 Won't you help a brother out?
 Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?
 Just break me to small parts
 Let go in small doses
 But spare some for spare parts
 You might make a dollar
 You might make a dollar
 Dollar
 You might make a dollar
 So won't you help a brother out?
 Won't you help a brother out?
 Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?
 Just break me to small parts
 Let go in small doses
 But spare some for spare parts
 There might be some good ones
 You might make a dollar
 (There might be some good ones)
 There might be some good ones
 (You might make a dollar)
 You might make a dollar
 (There might be some good ones)
 There might be some good ones