Feed me,
you've freed me
tell me that you need me,
Lover brings me onion rings
fish and chips,
sausages in batter,
fries and dips,
I'm rounder not fatter,
greasy lips and chin.
Thin crust pizza must
have less calories,
so why oh why
can I no longer see my knees?
You tease me with cake
buns and éclairs,
do me right here I can't cope with the stairs,
bringing her off
with two fingers up her,
doing her hard,
I'm spooning her lard
as she sings
of the things for her supper.
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