This is my live
I can eat what I want

What do you think
If it ain’t about food
If you bring me
I will love you forever
As long as I am
You will be on my side
Love, can’t you see
I am crazy about food
Now do you see
I can’t live without you
Or is it true
Is it food or is it you

This is my live
I can eat what I want

I can be on top
Or choose your position
Pizza from New York
Makes me feel real good
Now do you know
You love me for ever
Can’t deny what you feel
Let’s eat together
Now we have fun
Let’s start the oven

This is my live
I can eat what I want

photo by Trapingus Parish.

Drunk and passed out in an alley
Grumpy old men couldn’t save me
I was riding my motor bike
Mounted on top of a truck
Numbed my pain
I was feeling sober

This candy, this woman
I am hungry, I want to
Let me be, what I am
Don’t bother, to call me
You come thru, with some food
Make sure to, bring me
A sandwich, a burger
A jumbo, a whopper

This candy, this woman
Still standing, still hungry
Your empty, your hands are
What now, have you come for
Go back now, and bring me
Don’t come back, to see me
You get me, you don’t
You let me, you won’t

This candy, this woman
Still standing, starring at me
What you want, what you need
I don’t have, I can’t give
Just leave girl, let me live
You still here, why do you
Get back and go get me
Now I am hungry, and leaving
The sweetness, just faded
I am now, belated
This candy, this woman

I can sit here and start writing, but time is so scarce that I can hardly move. One day perhaps all will go as I wish.