Hitchcock Robyn - Meat lyrics

It don't feel much like a home, without a dog. It don't feel much like a pool, without a frog. It don't feel much like a world, without a girl. It don't feel much like a girl, without a human being. It don't feel much like a fish, without a pond. It don't feel much like a fence, with no beyond. It don't feel much like a church, without a god inside. It don't feel much like a bank, without a lot of money. Oh, come on, baby, give me your meat. It don't feel much like a foot, without a shoe. It don't feel much like a me, without a you. It don't feel much like a train, without a buffet car. It don't feel much like a bed, when there's nobody on it. Ah, swallow it. It don't feel much like a bath, without a plug. It don't feel much like a hole, without a drug. It don't feel much like a drug, without a side effect. It don't feel much like an effect, if you don't love nobody. Come on, baby, gimme your meat.