Something smells fishy, and I don't mean some anchovie pizza. Ew. Could you imagine? Anchovies on pizza? Yikes. I was sucking it in pretty tight, as tight as it'll get these days. But tighter and tighter it goes. Next thing you know I'll be a skinny legend. Just👏like👏YOU👏👏
But anyhoo, I'll sing you another song.
"All the days begin to merge
Just a blurry haze and now it’s
Almost second nature to ignore the urges
Can’t trust my own nature
Every calorie a failure
Gotta push the intake down every day
‘Cause the voice comes back to say
"You want to eat? Bite your tongue"
Don’t want to stay an embarrassment
Just have to stomach it
"They don't know what you want"
A tug of war against common sense
Don’t wanna believe that I’ve overstepped
But it’s so overwhelming
And I hope no one can tell
‘Cause the numbers keep decreasing
This ordeal is becoming routine, check
Arms, back, neck, thighs
Suck it in and pinch my sides
The scales are betraying me
The mirror is a lie, yeah
It all comes down to numbers
I know it’s wrong but
Just because you know you’re colorblind
Doesn’t mean you can see the colors
Fine, I admit I’m addicted
But the hunger feels good, how do I quit this
I know I could die, I’ve seen the statistics
But the voice is with me through thick and thin"
I wouldn't play patty cake with need-for-speed if my life depended on it.
You thought Pearl Harbor was a disastrous mess?
With a squish and a slam and a splashidy doo.