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Diet Bitch!
'On A Diet' – it’s my usual shout,
I'm sick of hauling my wide ass about,
My spare tyre is just a pain,
It’s made my trouser zip quite lame.
It is only a few pounds or two,
I shouldn't really be so blue,
But deep down I know it’s a large white lie,
As my two bits of zip flap each other bye-bye.
Ditch the sugar! Now don't be a quitter!
But too many diet bars and you've got the Skitter,
Oh if it wasn't just so easy to fail,
I could let my thin bitch free this whale.
I know my downfall's 'Time for Tea',
I hoover up all the sweet things I see,
Yep, that's just what exactly I'll stop,
And suddenly all the pounds should drop.
So next time you know when we meet,
There'll be less of me on the street,
You'll smile and say, 'My, you're looking thin'
Yes! And I'm am not even holding my belly in!
