Such a scary fright,
My leggings have pulled quite tight,
And you're far, I'm all alone
'Cause you think I eat too much.
I never reached 60 stone, not before,
Piling on the pounds, more and more.

You think that I'm too wide,
And you said that much to me,
I always cook for two:
All for me, not for you,
I must be wide.
Into my mouth it flows
And sideways it makes me grow,
For me, yes, I'd rather be
Full-up than in love.

Such a frightful sight,
My grey kaftan is quite tight,
And you're far, I'm all alone,
And I feel so large outside,
I've been very portly all my life:
I block the spring sunshine
With my thighs.

You think that I'm too wide,
And you said that much to me,
I always cook for two:
All for me, not for you,
I must be wide.
Into my mouth it flows
And sideways it makes me grow,
For me, yes, I'd rather be
Full-up than in love.

For me, yes, I'd rather be
Full-up than in love.

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