The Fast Food Blues

I had a fever today, and spent much of the day in bed. You should never, ever, write anything when you have a fever. So here's what I wrote ...

The Fast Food Blues

You say you love me
Well, maybe it's true
But prove it to me,
Baby, and share your food

I don't want your love
I don't want your lies
don't want your kisses,
Baby, I want your fries.

Oh, your food, baby
Give me a little
I just want a bite
A lick or a nibble

That juicy burger
It looks so tasty
Let that special sauce
drip down on me, baby

I don't want your love
I don't want your lies
don't want your kisses
Baby, I want your fries

Don't need no diamond
to make me linger
Place an onion ring
upon my finger

Then I will be yours
Babe, until I die
Unless of course
we run out of fries.

I don't want your love
I don't want your lies
don't want your kisses
Baby, I want your fries

Babe, we've got a love
That just won't quit
as perfect and whole
as a chicken nugget

I don't want your love
I don't want your lies
don't want your kisses,
Baby, I want your fries.

Oh, yeah!