Every time I catch the flu I dream of how many pounds I might lose Shallow navel, thick chagrin Oh, I'm so impressed my appetite hasn't kicked in
Body becomes a fleshy burden I am pining for the woman unafraid to ripen Doing push-ups on my knees As I digress from corporeal honesty
I feel too much / not enough Safety in self love Vanity has stamina
If I'm to have the king's baby I gotta feed the fire of fertility But even with a belly full of lovin' He still complains about the size of my oven!
I feel too much / not enough Safety in self love Vanity has stamina
The influence is clear Subtleties abound in a two-faced mirror
I feel too much / not enough Safety in self love Vanity has staminaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.