My Friend Ana
I have a friend named Ana
Her opinion's the world to me
When she drags me to the mirror
And tells me what she sees
'That stomach will never get you guys
Same with those chubby cheeks
But I could make that all go away
If you just wouldn't eat'
I have a friend named Ana
She whispers in my ear
Whenever grandma's cookies
Or mother's cake is near
I have a friend named Ana
She'd never tell a lie
But I have a secret: sometimes Ana
Makes me want to die
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