I ask to be as slim as when I thought that I was fat
Those days of long gone by, when I thought that I looked crap
Oh to fit that little piece, I kept in posterity
Who would ever have thought it once looked good on me
The years pile on my waistline, however hard I’ve tried
When I try to pull my jeans up, they hear a random cry
I have to accept this padding, as it refuses to go away
I wish, I pray and hope that it will be fashionable one day
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