HUNGRY
words and music Anita Chase © 2000

My body dark and dangerous
I watch with wary eye
Sidling past mirrors and shiny reflections
Afraid to catch a glimpse

I yearn, I crave
But guilt is mine alone
I need to go away
Be small, smaller, thin, tiny
Someday pretty

Let me waste away
Yet I need to check to see if I'm still there
My entire life, a progression of mirrors
More than a funhouse

More than a funhouse
But in every one I look as strange
Touch me
No wait, don't, don't, don't
Don't

I have lost control over everything around me
But my body is mine, my body is mine
I will be absolute dictator over its shape
Hungry, hungry, hungry
Equals lonely

I am in control and can take care of myself
If I control the pangs of famine
I control the world, I control the world

I yearn, I crave
But guilt is mine alone
I need to go away
Be small, smaller, thin, tiny
Someday pretty

I will be better than them
I will be deader than them
My body is mine, my body is mine
Fatty, fatty, two by four
Couldn't get through the kitchen door
My body is mine