They said in her younger days her beauty was enough to drive men wild
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But the hunger in her body then was not the hunger of some lonely child
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Like a butterfly in springtime searching every field for loving's sweetest rose
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The embrace of many strangers still could not release her from the hold
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In the backstreets and the bedrooms all she found was disappointments bitter end.
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While the love that she's too often found was not enough to satisfy her needs
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She's older than the years she holds and ageing fast with each day passing by
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On a downhill run to nowhere cause the hunger never can be satisfied
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The reflection in her mirror's not the image she remembers in her mind
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Her beauty has been eaten by the hunger and the acid winds of time
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She has danced the tune her demons play and payed the piper dearly for his song
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Empty now of all her pride but still inside her hunger's just as strong
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[ fiddle ]
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The reflection in her mirror's...
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Hunger
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Tompall Glaser |