I Really Miss Your Muffin Top

I really miss your muffin-top when you are far away Your saddle-bags I long to touch so come on home to play My pigeon toes are not the same without your crows feet near My choppers miss your cooking too it “taint” the same my dear Is my beer belly on your mind love handles do you miss and how about my double chin can you live with out this So bring on back your thunder thighs your saggy bottom too Your fat beau-legged Valentine now sorely misses you