It is almost midnight and there are things in my veins controlling the reigns,
causing a grin to cross my face.
You make it so hard to think while causing a hungry roar in the back of my mind.
Let my lips set the stage and let my fingers provide the music,
because your eyes are about to make me put on my mask, and take off yours...

Now close the curtains, the audience can wait while I
give you my own personal standing ovation.

Hands on my hips
Lips on my thighs,
Unfamiliar eyes meet mine,
They are blue this time.
He gives me the feeling my body misses,
I am living on Food Stamp Kisses.

The hint of a smile,
I step to the side
The spectacular glow
Of the moon outside,
Gives me the feeling my body misses,
I am living on Food Stamp Kisses.

I'm bound to run out
Of the vice that gets me high
I feel that I'm getting low
My emotions are running dry.
I'm craving the feeling my body misses,
I'm dying on Food Stamp Kisses

I no longer worry
About getting through the day
The words that you send me
Are enough for a century
Of needing the feeling my body misses,
And living on Food Stamp Kisses