I am obsessed.
Earning money and flushing it down the toilet
Wasting money everyday.
A dress that doesn't fit me today
But come Saturday and it will fit
When I stand at the bar and observe
The place, the stares, the men.
They like what they see, so I made a good choice
When I wasted my money
That I made
While selling calories through a window
To people who wont get out of their car.
Giving fucked up customers an extra serving
To make their double chins double the size
And their knocking knees knock them down
Until they can't speak
Until they can't glare
Until they can't ever be rude to me again.
I sold so many calories
That I made the world bigger
And now I am small
I am tiny
I am a little sting
But I still hurt like hell.