Scrounging around on the floor for a scrap
Waiting patiently for societal collapse
She's after the crumbs after the feast has begun
The remnants of remnants remain extant no more
No satiation no feeling complete
Her belly it rumbles wakes her out of her sleep
Where can she go when there's nothing to eat
Two in the morning she's ready to feed
She don't care about fine dining as long as the food is authentic
Cooked with love and nice ingredients cheeses from specific regions
She builds flavor through umami she interned at Noma last summer
She don't care about fine dining as long as the fruit is in season
She don't f*ck with no lame ass chef cooking like he got a rat cooking under his hat
NO
Let her in the back she don't need to stage
She need line cook sous chef book deal Netflix
She need her own range of signature pans heavy weight stainless steel and made in Japan
She need a spot on a popular block no reservations when she's working on the clock
She don't care about fine dining as long as the food is authentic
Cooked with love and nice ingredients cheeses from specific regions
She builds flavor through umami she interned at Noma last summer
She don't care about fine dining as long as the fruit is in season