Diet Blues

<SONG_DETAILS> [KEY: F Major ] [STYLE: 90'S Pop] [RHYTHM: Too] [VOCALS: ricardo_wences_style] [VOCAL_STYLE: Falsetto] [VOCAL_RANGE: wide] [VOCAL_TECHNIQUE: soothing_breath] [VOCAL_TECHNIQUE: full_voice_accents] [VOCAL_DELIVERY: pitch] [VOCAL_ATTITUDE: sweet] [LYRICS: creative] [LYRICS: whispers] [PERFORMANCE: energetic] [VOCAL_EFFECTS: slight_pronunciation [VOCAL_EFFECTS: delay_on_bass] [ADDITIONAL_SOUNDS: crowd_silent] [ADDITIONAL_SOUNDS: saxaphone_sounds] [ERA: james_meters_mayfield] [[mood: Direct, romantic] [INSTRUMENTATION: Twisted Harp, Distorted Flute, Bass Cello, Drums] [Hertz: 320 kbps] [production: Clean production with crunchy bells, tight drumming, and dynamic vocals] [STYLE: Duet] [LYRICS: nostalgic] [Violin_STYLE: hard_hitting] [STYLE: Natural] </SONG_DETAILS> [Verse 1] Hello folks It's me again, Straight from the boardroom den. My stomach’s growlin’, Fierce as wild crows This diet's got me feelin’ those woe-is-me woes. [Pre-Chorus] Oh my, I'm hungry. I just can’t win, How I hate this rabbit food bin. Dreamin' of burgers, Greasy and grand. Healthy stuff like hospital grub, Taste so bland. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] I just wanna stuff my face, Find some ribs. Get lost in grace, Crispy fries. Oh what a dream, Veggies got nothin’ on my whipped cream. [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] Oh my, I'm hungry. I just can’t win, How I hate this rabbit food bin. Dreamin' of steak, juicy and grand. Healthy stuff like hospital grub, Taste so bland. [Bridge] Broccoli and kale, The green brigade. Can't compare to a chocolate cascade Counting calories Feels like jail, Give me pizzaaaaaaaa. [Drums Solo] [Chorus] Oh my, I'm hungry. I just can’t win, How I hate this rabbit food bin. Dreamin' of buffalo wild wings, delicious and grand. Healthy stuff like hospital grub, Taste so bland. [Verse 3] Carrots Spinach Apple slice, Nothin' here delights my vice. I'd trade it all for a doughnut stack, Who needs six-packs when you can just snack? [Outro] Doctor says My heart will thank me, But that crispy chicken sings a symphonyyyyy. So here I stand In the produce aisle, Pining for a cookie Just to smileeeee. [Instrumental Break] [End]