Half past eleven and the sky's lit by the moon
Her stomach rumbles and she's rarin' to eat soon
Should she have toaster pizza or bacon on toast?
Maybe ramen or pasta but definitely not the roast
Quick to the kitchen, she cooks her meal
Bowl in hand and fork ready, she's eatin' for real
Munchin' and slurpin' and swallowin' too
She washes it all down with a fifth of booze
After licking her lips and feeling seriously sated
She rolls over, scratches, and dozes off to bed
