This is a story about a girl that's hungry. Not lucky or ugly so don't complain to me; complain to Nute Gingridge, like I'm sure he cares

Every morning she throws up
Cause she eats, eats, eats on the floor
Chomp Chomp Chomp
It's time for breakfast, yummy yum
It's lunch that she's waiting for

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Isn't she hungry this eating machine
And they say she's so hungry she could eat a car
She eats pies, flies, fries even movie stars' bacon
If there's one thing missing in her life it's a menu for her appetite

In a minute there's ice cream
But there's no spoon there to eat with
And the food she's still eating and she keeps on feeding
And boy she really can eat—CHOMP

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