Gimme that Sugar

Food for Thought

Everywhere I go, I look for the food first. Junk Food Junkie. I love the rush even on St. Paddy’s Day! Everyone else drinks the Green Beer and I am in the corner licking green frosting off the cupcakes.

Stockings: (<) 1313 Thigh Stockings Flat – White Shamrock [Mainstore]
Shoes: (<) 1313 Ankle Sneaks – Green Polka Dots [Mainstore]
Top & Shorts : SamaraSt Patrick’s Day Shorts and Top Set
Necklace: [SB] St Patrick’s Necklace
Headpiece: [SB] Shamrock Headband
Hair: TRUTH HAIR Gaea
Head: Lelutka Simone
Body: Maitreya

(<) 1313 Mockingbird Lane Mainstore:
http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Afterchills/185/44/3055

Junk Food Junkie

By Jim Croce

You know I love that organic cooking
I always ask for more
And they call me Mr. Natural
On down to the health food store
I only eat good sea salt
White sugar don’t touch my lips
And my friends is always
Begging me to take them
On macrobiotic trips
Yes, they are
Oh, but at night I stake out my strongbox
That I keep under lock and key
And I take it off to my closet
Where nobody else can see
I open that door so slowly
Take a peek up north and south
Then I pull out a Hostess Twinkie
And I pop it in my mouth
Yeah, in the daytime I’m Mr. Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night I’m a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
Well, at lunchtime
You can always find me
At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar
Just sucking on my plain white yogurt
From my hand thrown pottery jar
And sippin’ a little hand pressed cider
With a carrot stick for dessert
And wiping my face
In a natural way
On the sleeve of my peasant shirt
Oh yeah
Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight
And I’m all by myself
I work that combination
On my secret hideaway shelf
And I pull out some Fritos corn chips
Dr. Pepper and an Ole Moon Pie
Then I sit back in glorious expectation
Of a genuine junk food high
Oh yeah, in the daytime I’m Mr. Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night I’m a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
My friends down at the commune
They think I’m pretty neat
Oh, I don’t know nothing about arts and crafts
But I give ’em all something to eat
I’m a friend to old Euell Gibbons
And I only eat homegrown spice
I got a John Keats autographed Grecian urn
Filled up with my brown rice
Yes, I do
Oh, but folks lately I have been spotted
With a Big Mac on my breath
Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders
With a face as white as death
I’m afraid someday they’ll find me
Just stretched out on my bed
With a handful of Pringles Potato Chips
And a Ding Dong by my head
In the daytime I’m Mr. Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night I’m a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me

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