I Don'T Understand You At All

I don't understand you at all. What has the tightening of my belt, Have to do with the feeding of my gluttony? Everywhere I look... You Tease me with greed. You offer my imagination, A choice of varieties. Even with my attempts to diet, There are an array of them... From which you bombard me to pick. And no matter which one I select... You create another method, You say is more delicious. I don't understand you at all. What has the tightening of my belt, Have to do with the feeding of my gluttony? Everywhere I look... You Tease me with greed. You offer my imagination, A choice of varieties. Even with my attempts to diet, There are an array of them... From which you bombard me to pick. And no matter which one I select... You create another method, You say is more delicious. I don't understand you at all. Are the warnings of a failing economy, Just another one of your false calls?