Hey what's the matter, you're getting fatter With every new passing day I feel I'm on billows of fat pillows In our promiscuous play And as you keep growing you start overflowing my Side of the bed at night Through a chorus of sores fat seeps from your pores And I really can't stand your sight
So look at yourself in two or three mirrors If you can see from your head to your toe And tell me you're happy just sprouting new bulges As you watch you can see yourself grow and grow and grow and grow and grow
As a trustworthy spouse I've since moved from my house To give you more room to expand Since over the weeks your growing and squeaks Have gotten quite out of my hands The worst just did happen I guess it follows the pattern You now cover the trees, house, and road As the folks in the town Slowly bob up and down Tell me why did you have to explode?
So look at yourself in two or three mirrors If you can see from your head to your toe And tell me you're happy just sprouting new bulges As you watch you can see yourself growingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
