one two three four
i'm the girl who's at your door
five six seven eight
give me food, i'm starving babe
nine ten eleven twelve
my stomach's grumbling you can tell
i want pizza, pasta, cake
feed me anything, or im gonna faint
na na na na ooohh ~
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