At seventeeen, I started to starve myself, I thought that love was a kind of emptiness, And at least I understood then, the hunger I felt, And I didn't have to call it loneliness, We all have a hunger, Tell me what you need, oh, you look so free, The way you use your body, baby, come on and work it for me, Don't let it get you down, you're the best thing I've seen, We never found the answer but we knew one thing, We all have a hunger, And it's Friday night and it's kicking in, In that pink dress, they're gonna crucify me, Oh, and you in all your vibrant yootth, How could anything bad ever happen to you? You make a fool of death with your beauty, and for a moment, I thought that love was in the drugs, But the more I took, the more it took away, And I could never get enough, I thought that love was on the stage, You give yourself to strangers, You don't have to be afraid, Then it tries to find a home with people, or when I'm alone, Picking it apart and staring at your phhne, We all have a hunger...❤️⚘️