Look at yourself you fat ass
You need to lose some weight
A thin, beautiful, perfect child
I will help you create
First we'll start with one pound
And by the time that's through
It can't possibly be enough
So now we'll push for two
But you're still not pleased with what you see
So then I'll whisper in your ear
"Hey lets shoot for three"
Pound after pound you will shed
But yet you crave for more
So what's the harm I say
Our next goal will be four
Over the time you'll get addicted
Four will turn to eight
And so you'll keep losing
As you fuss about your weight
You look in the mirror and are unpleased
With the fat protruding from your skin
Eight turns into sixteen
You just want to be thin
Oh hold on now you're getting sick
But you don't give a damn
Because now you're truly obsessed
You're scared of gaining just one gram
And by now you've lost fifty pounds
And you want to double that
But don't you see you're getting deathly thin
You're the opposite of fat
But you don't see that
So you say, "a couple more pounds, just a few"
And not that much further on
This disease has killed you
So people go to your funeral
And they cry as they play that last song
And I'm just standing there smirking
Don't you see, this was my plan all along.
