Hangry for Italiano

(groooaan) Three long hours on the clock ticking down

My empty stomach is the loudest noise in town

Deb is fading fast,

the headaches starting to bloom

Just a hollow feeling in this quiet room

I can see the steam,

I can smell the sauce But the clock keeps spinning,

time is a total loss

Oh my head is spinning too

What is a hungry girl

supposed to do?

I just want my Italian plate

I cannot take this three-hour wait

Give me garlic, give me bread

Before the hangry takes over my head

(so

hungry)

My knees are weak,

the kitchen is so far

I'm staring blankly at the empty cookie jar

I took a nap,

woke up, it's still not here This is the longest lunch of

the whole damn year (oh please fast delivery) And my head hurts

bad, and my mood is down I'm the absolute grumpiest girl in

town

Three hours of waiting is a crime

I just want carbs and a good old time

I just want my Italian plate

I cannot take this three-hour wait

Give me garlic, give me bread

Before the hangry takes over my head (finally!)

Three hours,

but it's here

My plate is clean,

my mind is clear

(mmm

delicious)