Mama Mama Mama open a can of treats open a can of treats open a can of treats I want that I want that I want that. Don’t tell my sisters! Mine mine mine!
Leaving Me Here On My Own
Poor Impulse Control
Target shootin' with the Gun Moll of the Revolution
Poor Impulse Control 
Or I’ll vomit right here on this parquet tile.
Yes, the threat is always there.