Look at yourself you fat ass, you need to lose some weight. A thin, perfect, beautiful child I will help you create.
First we'll start with one pound and by the time that's through, that can't nearly be enough so now we'll push for two
Two pounds come and go but you're still not pleased by what you see, so then I whisper in your ear; hey let's shoot for three
Pound by pound you shed but yet you yearn for more, so what's the harm I say? Our next goal is four
Over time you will get addicted and four will turn to eight so you keep on losing as you fuss about your weight
You look in the mirror and you look unpleased by the fat protruding from your skin
Eight turns to sixteen, you just want to be thin
Oh hold on now,
You're getting really 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 you don't see you're getting deadly thin, the opposite of thin, but you don't see it so you say a couple more pounds, just a few
And not much further on the disease has killed you
So people go to your funeral and cry as they play that last song and I'm just standing there smirking.
Don't you see, this was my plan all along
