My body was "beautiful" while you were inside of me

But when it just was
You'd ask when would I lose the weight

My **** were just fine when they were in your mouth

When they weren't you'd ask when I would get a **** job to "even them out".

You'd tell me I was perfect
But " I'd be a real knock out" if I just worked on myself.

I still somehow told myself you loved me.