Since she's been gaunt,
It's food she wants,
She's so hungry.
She'd love some game
Cooked on a flame--
Oh, so tasty!

Though food she craves, leaves it alone:
"Just broth for me."

She can believe
That she would leave
That luscious scone
There on the plate.
Though it would sate,
It's left alone.

She's got no time for food right now,
"Just broth for me."

She knows she will never will touch game,
Because her hunger she has tamed.
And now I know I'll only see
A girl who wears size 3.

She won't drink beer
Or even near--
Keep it away
From her at home;
Even the foam--
She'll say, "No way!"

Forget ground round, she'd heave and moan.
"Just broth for me.
Just broth for me.
Just broth for me."