Gather round my dears gather round
For this freak of nature that I’ve found
Though it’s growing more and more common
By the day she’s a tiny girl, eats nothing but Raman

Look at her pretty pink cheeks painted on for $50 a jar
That ought to last her a week, by then she’ll need a new car
Because the old one will have gone out of style
She’ll need a new man; this one’ll be out of cash in a while

And you can see her waste away before your very eyes
You’ll expect her to change but would be in for a surprise
She’ll stick her fingers down her throat until she is sore
It has been so long she doesn’t know why she does it anymore

This pretty pink princess, is incapable of lasting very much longer
The men grow bored as she grows old and not much stronger