Letra da Música: Hot Meal - The Bear Quartet

Lost myself in eating
When usually it's drinking
Perhaps i should be thinking
Of some way to get back
As always i made mistakes
I had more than i could take
And nobody's satisfied
Everyone prefers it fried

Had myself a hot meal
Slipped into my high heels
Got out, got made
Not respected, well paid

Late at night and i'm drunk
There's a spot here where i sunk
Here's another where i tried
There's another i denied

Had myself a hot meal
Slipped into my high heels
Got out, got made
Not respected, well paid