ln this song by Martin Brom it's said:

Well, they say it was written in the stars above

Crazy little thing that I call love

I told mary, I told jane

My life would never ever be the sarne

When I said he was the love of my life

Well, give me a fork, give me a knif

l'm gonna eat my words

Yes, sit me down, fill me up a platter

Great big platter of that lave chitter-chatter

And if I need a drink on the side

I take a little swallow of my pride

I said there was no other love for me

I said my single life was a history

I told becky, I told sue

No other man would ever do

I said l'd settle down and become his wife

But give me a fork, give me a knife

l'm gonna eat my words

Yes, sit me down, fill me up a platter

Great big platter of that lave chitter-chatter

And if I need a drink on the side

I take a little swallow of my pride

I said there was no other lave for me

I said my single life was a history

I told becky, I told sue

No other man would ever do

But when he left me with no man and worry and strive

So, give me a fork, give me a knife

l'm gonna eat my words

Yes. sit me down, fill me up a platter

A great big platter of that love chitter-chatter

And if I need a drink on the side

I take a little swallow of my pride

l'm gonna eat my words

l'm gonna eat my words

l'm gonna eat my words

lf you have to eat your words, its means that: