I'm sitting in McDonald's with the girls
A bit ashamed of what I've had to eat
My daily fat intake in little pearls
Is trickling through my blood from head to feet.
I tell myself it's not too bad sometimes
I only come here once in every while
But all those little whiles are just like crimes
That land inside my conscience in a pile.
The girls run off and play and I do this
And think about what hunger really means
The air conditioning's like a serpent's hiss
I wonder if it's something in our genes?
I wasn't even hungry when I came
In here but I ate too much all the same.
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