My whole life is numbers
Your whole life is numbers
It starts the moment you are born,
a size a weight.
They tell you have to have so many of this, so many of that
This milk, that milk.
This food, that food a balanced diet
You have to comply
This is the myth they would have us believe
But once past 12 the system leaves
It leaves the model nutritional path
Instead becomes a media plan
When a young girl diets to a size 10
The numbers they play with are nothing more
But some can't see they are just right!
OK correct a pretty sight
To some poor young minds it is so much more.
An 8 a 6 or maybe a 4
How far do you go to be just right, till it kills you?
Your born complete with all the parts
You are unique, special, a one off
Then as you grow your life it changes
As the numbers start to re arrange it
To look like her to walk like another
You sell your soul, fashion becomes your new mother.
Oh that dress only goes to 10 but I'm a 12 so diet again
That perfect body you had at birth
Is now elastic and shrinks to a skirt
You don’t eat the food you need
This new mother has you on your knees
Face in the bowl they sold you this
But its ok you’ve just been sick
You don’t have to eat the world; for a size 16 is an average girl
Look around at models galore, I wish they would smile a little more
So if someone says too fat, to thin what’s it really to do with him
If he wants twiggy or May West the go find her you total pest!
For I’ve seen the fat the tall the thin the small the black the yellow the pink
It’s just one thing that makes me smile
Yes it’s the woman who’s inside
So if you’re a guy and don’t agree
You will never deserved the woman your'e with
Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
My whole life is numbers
Your whole life is numbers
It starts the moment you are born,
a size a weight.
They tell you have to have so many of this, so many of that
This milk, that milk.
This food, that food a balanced diet
You have to comply
This is the myth they would have us believe
But once past 12 the system leaves
It leaves the model nutritional path
Instead becomes a media plan
When a young girl diets to a size 10
The numbers they play with are nothing more
But some can't see they are just right!
OK correct a pretty sight
To some poor young minds it is so much more.
An 8 a 6 or maybe a 4
How far do you go to be just right, till it kills you?
Your born complete with all the parts
You are unique, special, a one off
Then as you grow your life it changes
As the numbers start to re arrange it
To look like her to walk like another
You sell your soul, fashion becomes your new mother.
Oh that dress only goes to 10 but I'm a 12 so diet again
That perfect body you had at birth
Is now elastic and shrinks to a skirt
You don’t eat the food you need
This new mother has you on your knees
Face in the bowl they sold you this
But its ok you’ve just been sick
You don’t have to eat the world; for a size 16 is an average girl
Look around at models galore, I wish they would smile a little more
So if someone says too fat, to thin what’s it really to do with him
If he wants twiggy or May West the go find her you total pest!
For I’ve seen the fat the tall the thin the small the black the yellow the pink
It’s just one thing that makes me smile
Yes it’s the woman who’s inside
So if you’re a guy and don’t agree
You will never deserved the woman your'e with
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