Subtitle: "Love me, love me / Say that you love me..."
It's about a half-hour past standard quittin' time. I've got at least three hours of work ahead of me. I'm tired. I'm hungry. My throat hurts (onset of something icky, I suspect). It's threatening more rain outside, but I'm willing to risk the rain to get some grub. Yes, I'm feeling generally whiny.
Call me selfish, whatever, don't care. I want attention. Gimme some love, kids.