I saw my love today "Hi! Welcome to McDonald's. Can I help you?"
Sitting there, looking sooo damn good "Was that a combo meal or just the sandwich?"
I asked my love to walk with me "Cash or debit? Did you need ketchup with that?"
She couldn't walk. It's been so long "Can I get that to go, please?"
I stay home from work to tend to her "There is nothing in this house to eat!"
Shopping, chopping, moving, grooving "What am I supposed to eat, then? What?!"
People look at us odd "Mommy- That lady is eating in the car!"
When we are together - they are jealous and scoff "Get a life! Did you get any on ya?"
So we hide away so no one knows how much "You need the fat tax, honey!"
How much I need her and want her and think about her all the time "You know what sounds good?"
And cry and can't concentrate when I have to wait to be with her "Some diet ice cream - yum!"
If I could be in the store I could wander down the "wrong lane" "Look at what I just found!"
And act surprised when we met, and put you in my cart "One bite won't hurt - it's organic"
Just in case - company comes over, or I work-out real hard "I deserve a treat every now 'n then"
All the while planning a time when I could have you all to myself "Live a little - don't be so spartan"
This is the love I've waited for and dreamed about "Food cannot love you back"
I've got you under my skin. I wear your ring "I wear it on my body for everyone to see"
My heart, my mind, my soul. We are one "I'm so hungry I can't think.... I ate too much"
My first though, my last desire is for you "I need to lose some weight!"
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I wish I was on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill
I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel
I'll sell my only spinning wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel
I'll dye my petticoats - I'll dye them red
And 'round the port, I'll beg my bread
Until my parents shall wish me dead
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'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill
I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel
I'll sell my only spinning wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel
I'll dye my petticoats - I'll dye them red
And 'round the port, I'll beg my bread
Until my parents shall wish me dead
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