Eight-eight... Wait, wait... Did somebody say ate-ate? That’s our holiday, sweetheart. Mark the date with lipstick red Hungry little thoughts ahead August night, the bass is sweet Hear the crowd beneath our feet A feast of smiles, a velvet dare A taste of want inside the air No shame tonight, no need to flee Just chosen prey and appetite free Come in trust, come in song Let the strange feel like it belongs Run or crawl, we hear the beat Every pulse says something sweet Eight-eight, ate-ate Voreday, celebrate Our mouths go wide, don’t make us wait Sweet little prey, accept your fate Eight-eight, ate-ate Voreday, celebrate Loved, adored, tucked away Come back smiling after the play Ate-ate day Cute little chaos on replay Ate-ate day Catch me, chew the shame away Ate-ate! Ate-ate! Happy Voreday! Ate-ate! Maybe I’m the snack tonight Maybe I’ll squeak and blush too bright Maybe I’ll laugh and fall right through If someone says, “I saved a place for you” Cute. Run first. Savor later. Return whole. One day for the mouths we hide One night for the want inside Ate and ate, the numbers rhyme Hungry hearts deserve their time Eight-eight, ate-ate Voreday, celebrate Our mouths go wide, don’t make us wait Sweet little prey, accept your fate Eight-eight, ate-ate Voreday, celebrate Loved, adored, tucked away Come back smiling after the play Happy Voreday! Back in line. Again. Ate-ate! Ate-ate! Ate-ate!
