Bubblemath

She's dreamin' about a steak, it gets her teeth hot
Within a minute or two, she's startin' to chew
She's coughing up a clot
Blood-soaked slices, ripe and raw
Shredded pulp from jaw to jaw
The aftertaste of fiber-paste is salty denouement
Well, why don't we all dig in, and suck us up some innard?
This here pig's been dead a long long time
I been around awhile, been lunched and brunched and dinnered
And nothing beats a sweaty slab of prime
She's no vegetarian, she's nobody's fool
She packs in pounds of greasy grounds
You can smell it in her stool
She's dreamin' about a steak, it gets her teeth hot, hot
Within a minute or two, she's startin' to chew
She's coughing up a clot
Not dead yet, but gettin' close, so close
Pretty soon she's comatose
A victim of a poisoned protein overdose
Well, why don't we all dig in, and suck us up some innard?
This here pig's been dead a long, long, long, long, long, long time
I been around awhile, been lunched and brunched and dinnered
And nothing beats a, nothing beats a sweaty slab of prime
She's no vegetarian, she's nobody's fool
She packs in pounds of greasy grounds
You can smell it in her stool