Cecelia Condit - Animal Cannibal

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 will follow me (is he following?)

I bite at the hand that feeds me
Slap at the face that eats me
Some kind of animal cannibal
Made impressions on me

Have we met before? (Possibly in Michigan)
In some strange department store
(We won’t see him anymore)

Who knows how some people turn to strange ones
Is it up to me to make them into dead ones?
(Here we go again)

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