I eat when I’m happy, I eat when I’m sad
I eat loads when I’m stressed out and that feels really bad
I eat when I wake up, I eat before I sleep
Sometimes I get up in the night and I eat until I weep
I eat when I’m tired, I eat when I’m bored
I eat when I’m horny and that shouldn’t be ignored
I eat with my family, I eat with my friends
And when I’m all on my own, the eating never ends
I eat until I’m stuffed and my tummy’s about to pop
So I rest a while, then start again – I simply can not stop!
Do I eat to live or live to eat I really am not sure?
So fuck it, while I work it out I’ll just eat and eat some more.