When I feed you,
I just cook some fries and I call you,
Coz all that I so wanna serve you
Is sold down the street any way

Then I dispose of
All that I cooked and because of
I never knew food was your first love,
Mine ain't that great by the way
Piles and piles of empty pots in between us
Burger King is no disgrace for a while.
But I know I won't be cooking a lifetime.
So hold on
I'll phone out
And order some food,
and I'll feed you