sweet, sweet food
Im at the supermarket pushing a trolley down the isles
cant find what im looking for been here a while
food tormenting my mind, expensive if im after nice.
But food ultimatly keeps me there still,
have to eat get my fill.
Mountains of food ready to be taken,
i will not move i cannot be shaken.
Hot,cold and frozen its all in my trolley
volume low but i hear buddy holly.
Im already hooked, theres nothing over looked.
Feeling upset im leaving, im at the til
theres nothing quite like it when you recieve the bill.
I never think of money, only my belly.
Back in my car and home
but i promise il be back tomorrow.
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