Good evening. Please, take a seat. Mind the cutlery, it's sharper than the jokes. I used to be a psychiatrist, now I'm a food critic Eight billable hours, then I got analytical Baltimore hired me to fix up their heads I just fixed the menu instead My pulse stays low, my manners stay high Tonight's the guest list, nobody asks why It's a well-mannered hunger Dinner's served at half past dead A well-mannered hunger Napkin on your lap, my friend, and lose the head Eat the rude, they taste like spite Eat the kind, they melt like bread A well-mannered hunger Doctor Chilton wrote bad reviews, now he's silent as a prawn Florence had a cop who thought he'd catch me, now he hangs around till dawn TurnipDaBeets, a root and a roast, I'm halfway to a stew V.S.R.Y.N., no vowels to spare, but I'll pick a bone or two Ol' Dirty Panda, black and white, free-range, a classic pairing Bamboo-fed and organic, I love a guest who's daring Queeny, don't worry. I'm only going to take a small bite. Mostly. My pulse stays low, my manners stay high CreepyConfection brought dessert, I'll bring the thyme The lambs were quiet, Clarice But the group chat never is So I've reserved a chair for every one of you And TemptressJulie takes the head, she bites right back, the perfect main course too It's a well-mannered hunger Dinner's served at half past dead A well-mannered hunger Napkin on your lap, my friend, and lose the head Eat the rude, they taste like spite Eat the kind, they melt like bread A well-mannered hunger Bon appétit.
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