Hungry Like the Wolf

In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt, I'm after you.
Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd
And I'm hungry like the wolf.

Straddle the line, in discord and rhyme
I'm on the hunt, I'm after you.
Mouth is alive, with juices like wine
And I'm hungry like the wolf.
                            --DURAN DURAN

Does anyone suddenly have a hankerin' for lasagna?

Or maybe some peas?

I don't know about you, but my tummy is a-rumblin!