I go to sleep dreaming of breasts soft like clouds and warm like life, bellies firm under my lips and asses like cotton candy. I wanna put a girl over my knee and spank her ’til her ass is as red as her cheeks. Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills ‘Cause I know I’m a mess he don’t wanna clean up I got to fold ’cause these hands are too shaky to hold Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love –Fiona Apple, Paper Bag
