Fatso

FATSO

We all look in the mirror just don't bend over
 It's the over the shoulder boulder holder
 Richard Simmons screams put down that cup of coffee
 Then sit in traffic while eating your bag of toffee
 Sweet delights down at the public zoo for you
 I don't want her you can have her she's to fat for me
 We pay alms for the sneakers yet can't pull up our zipper
 We can't even cope as we have a fight with the soap on the rope
 Getting on the treadmill down at the gym
 Eating fruits with vegetables a good way to begin
 Yet we pour sugar down our throats with dunkin donuts & such
 Everyone keeps starring yet care less what your wearing
 It makes me want to throw up in my mouth then to ***** & pout
 Yet still were given a choice to stay thin or sing the blues
 Still don't try to judge me until you walk in my shoes
 The FATSO has feelings yet let's a lot of things go
 Wait until the day they get skinny for you have every right to know

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