After breakfast, still hungry After lunch, still hungry After dinner, still hungry Steal your food and I'm still hungry Five foot two, not a lotta height Small girl but big appetite Enter a buffet and chow down Could probably keep an entire cow down Suddenly a rumble, stomach is cacophonous Grumbling, "girl you need more food down that esophagus", Eat a trifle as tall as the Eiffel Dress split around my middle, you might catch an eyeful Bloated stomach, I'm stuffed to the gills Red and stretch-marked by the time I get the bill Got at least four kilograms of food digesting inside me Emptied your account, but at least you get to ride me But first please rub my tummy, feels like I'm gonna pop I need some relief, I'll tell you when to stop Then we go back to yours and you can fondle my gut And call me 'food disposal', your hungry little slut Feed me, stuff me, please don't stop, Feed me til my belly pops Feed me til it hurts, boyfriend Feed me til I scream joy, friend When we're on holiday somewhere remote Force a two liter of coke down my throat Then take me to dinner and order my course A spread big enough to feed a horse Roast pork, mac n cheese, ice cream, jelly, And two pounds of pasta all piling in my belly The coke fizzes up, and the after-dinner mints Make little ol' me look overdue with quints Praying not to burst as we go back home Stomach packed with food and soda foam Skin slick with sweat, all tight and round Oh God, it's making a really weird sound Like an angry growl, a bubbling squelch Feel like I'm gonna blow, pardon me if I belch Yeah I'm too full to stand and my stomach hurts But I'm still getting wet thinking bout dessert "Oh my god, I'm so bloated... Why did you let me eat all of that? You know I can't help myself around food, babe. Seriously, I look ready to pop. Ugh, just come over and rub it already."
