Things are pretty bad these days
Every year there's children dying
In the Hunger Games in gruesome ways
They leave their starving families crying

District 12 is history
My loved ones are dead or refugees
And now my biggest question is
Who is going to be my husband?

Maybe Gale! Maybe Peeta!
I have to choose right now!
'Cause I'm 17, not getting any younger. (Younger)

It's like a season of Bachelorette
With only two contestants
And a bride who needs parental consent

Gale and I have chemistry
I know ‘cause we spent years together in secluded woods
And never dated
Which probably means that he respects me

Peeta never caught my eye
I wish I had looked down more
But when I had to choose between death and kissing him
Totally kissed him, instead of dying