ABE - ABE

DELIA

Iv got a uncontrollable hunger
Vegan pasta wont cut the mustard

Give me something to satisfy my guts
Delia smiths
Dirty kebab

The stench of flesh on her breath
As she turns around and says

Pick the bones out of that
Rip the meat off that bone

Thats not to say I wont feed you to the pigs
Thats not to say I wont tenderise your head

Take a look inside my pantry every surface
Kept clean

Pass the salt
Your next
On the spit
Flame grilled

Your not a person I could rely on skinny around the thighs
But delicious and nutritious none the less

Carved to the bone no morsal left to waste
Your final orderve



Credits
Writer(s): Bavid Doyle
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