I can't help being depressed
When I look down at my chest
Oh yes, my chest it might as well be nonexistent
How can I ever compete With 34 double D's?
And I'm rollin my eyes
When I look down at my thighs
They might as well tape everything that I eat,
to my legs.
I am too broke for the knife
Too lazy to exercise
But if I had hazel eyes
Maybe I could be fly.
If I had no cellulite
Big breasts and pockets real wide
Then maybe I
Maybe I, I,
I could be so fly.
And if I had a small waist
I'd make the boys go insane
And maybe I
maybe I, I,
I could be so fly.
So fly 3x
Now listen
So basically all I need
Is to be everything but me
Colored contacts
Liposuction
And breast implants
Somehow that don't make much sense
I must be out of my head
If I think, that I am governed by material things.
So I decided that I'm