Cakes, cookies, cheese
Oh can I have them please
Burgers, dogs, fries
I can’t live with all these lies
Friends, fakes, foes
Oh what I’d do for some ho hos
Mascara, lipstick, eyeliner
I wish I was in a greasy diner
Short skirts and high heels galore
I’m starting to look like a whore
They say they’re worried of my composure
They are the reason I changed my figure
Skin and bones they say
But they said I was the size of a sleigh
I did this for them to make them happy
But here I am unhappy and former fatty