How could you let yourself
go & destroy your health?
a hundred pounds & five-foot-nine.
You're fat. You really are quite appalled.
But then you'll gorge & splurge
& then you'll have to purge:
a lovely cycle every time.
CHORUS:
Anorexia can be fun, especially if you're bulimic.
Your outfit as a skeleton is all ready for each Halloween.
Anorexia can be fun, especially if you're comedic.
A spew of barf jokes and fingers down your throat:
A belly laugh for every teen.
2: You're fat. The media tells you so.
Just look at all those pix
of all those shapeless chicks.
You've really got to get in gear.
You're fat. Your mirror shows what you know.
You've got to shed those pounds.
You've got to keep them down,
regardless of the news you hear.
CHORUS:
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who's the fattest of them all?
Mirror, mirror on the door,
... oh, what the hell, let's eat some more!
You're fat. Your mirror would not tell lies.
It's got to be the way
you see yourself each day
& not the way that others do.
You're fat. But maybe just through your eyes.
& maybe in your brain
you've got deceiving games,
convincing & controlling you.
CHORUS:
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
maybe fatness is in the mind's eye of the beholden.
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