Table Manners Songtext
von Brand New Immortals

you helen of troy,
yeah, i was your boy, your toy

i′m, i'm going fine
yeah, i′m a twisted vine
and ill try

but, i do belive the time has
come for your just deserts my precious one

i'll start dishing out and maybe
you'll start spooning in
i′ll start dishing out and maybe
you′ll start spooning in
i'll start dishing out and maybe
you′ll start spooning in

the fear starts kicking in, oh yeah,
the fear, the one your in, your sins
and you, you turns so cold, oh baby you
you lost your gold, your soul

but, i do belive the time has
come for your just deserts my precious one


i'll start dishing out and maybe
you′ll start spooning in
i'll start dishing out and maybe
you′ll start spooning in
i'll start dishing out and maybe
you'll start spooning in

what a tiny price to pay for every calendar day
you have locked away

don′t want to be your parachute,
don′t want to sing your crooked tune
don't want to be your prostitute

i′ll start dishing out and baby
you start spooning in
i'll start dishing out and baby
you start spooning in
i′ll start dishing out and baby
you start spooning in

i'll start dishing it
and you start spooning it

i′ll start dishing it
and you start spooning it

i'll start dishing it
and you start spooning it