Lyrics & translations of Cecelia Condit

I bite at the hand that feeds me
Slap at the face that eats me
Some kind of animal cannibal
(Animal? Cannibal)

How do I meet the strangest men?
They always seem to find me
Remember that time way back when I
Kissed a guy who ate his women friends
Now only dogs wi

This one here smells great!
Which one?
Mmmm, smells like mothers crazy sister Kate
Oh you think so?
Yes I do, it smells so good!
She couldn’t have been that crazy, I don’t think so
Oh you don’t think so, huh?
No!
Well she put her poodle one time, in a microwave ov