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Beautiful and hungry,
They proclaim my fears.
They scream out of the darkness,
They whisper into my ears.

"A moment on the lips,
Adds ten pounds to your hips."

It rips into my sides,
It makes my stomach churn.
I guess I'll always think this way.
I guess I'll never learn.
Hold a gun to my head if it makes you feel strong,
To boost your machismo,
Forget right and wrong

Hold a gun to my head if it makes you feel tough,
If it puts your chin high,
For I’ve had enough.

Hold a gun to my head if it makes you feel proud,
To see your ambition,
Swallowed by the crowd.

— The End —