Models on a runway
Look like skeletons in clothes.
Skinniness is what’s expected
At the fashion shows.
So mannequins reflect that trend
And thus are thinly shaped,
Conforming to how we expect
To see their outfits draped.
But not in Venezuela
Where the mannequins have grown,
Presenting bigger boobs and butts
Than those before had known.
The shoppers want voluptuous
So factories complied
And Dolly Parton look-alikes
Are what they now provide.
The stores report that sales are up
Since all the clothing racked
Is fetchingly displayed up front
On mannequins so stacked!
forgotten are the days of singleness
today are the days of chaotic kids
forgotten are the days of skinniness
today i just am pleasantly plump
forgotten are the days of sleep
today are sleepless nights
fogotten are the days when i was organized
today i'm just cluttered
would i give any of this up
and forget?
The beauty of a woman is not the way she wears her clothes,
The skinniness of her nose, nor the figure she has.
The beauty of a woman is not in the way those jeans snug her azz.
She does not need that blouse to look her best.
The beauty of a woman is not the size of her breast,
Nor the way she styles her hair.
The beauty is not in the make-up she wears;
Not her arched eyebrows and painted nails.
The beauty in a woman is not a "facial mole..."
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul....
It seems like we only speak
when you want to criticize me
And it puts tears in my eyes
because I’m supposed to be
your favorite guy
I used to be handsome, cute
My skinniness was pleasing to you
My hair was so fun to brush
and you had the biggest crush
on me
But now I am
so easily cast aside
It seems like you try to hide
I am just ugly
I’m just too skinny
My hair just looks like crap
and then that’s a wrap
The end of discussion
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