At seventeen, I started to starve myself.
I thought that love was a kind of emptiness.
And at least I understood then the hunger I felt.
And I didn't have to call it loneliness.
We all have a hunger.
Tell me what you need, oh, you look so free.
The way you use your body, baby, come on and work it for me.
Don't let it get you down, you're the best thing I've seen.
We never found the answer but we knew one thing.