by Linda Ann Nickerson

Created on: May 12, 2007   Last Updated: May 15, 2007

FROM THE GUY IN THE FOURTH ROW

Model, you're so very tall;
There's not much to you, not at all.
You're positively underweight
I doubt you ever menstruate.

If I hug you, I'll get hurt
Because your bones stick through your shirt.
When you swing your sassy bob,
You look just like a cotton swab.

CHORUS:
C'mon, baby, dine with me.
Just another calorie.
One little bite, and you will see;
I can be your cup of tea.

You swirl and sway and swing and strut.
You work it, girl; you've got no butt.
Have a little ice cream coney,
Honey, you're just too darn bony.

Stroll the catwalk; jump through hoops.
Live on liquids and runny soups.
Come over here in your shiny sheath;
My brother needs to pick his teeth.

CHORUS:
C'mon, baby, dine with me.
Just another calorie.
One little bite, and you will see;
I can be your cup of tea.

Someday you'll grow strong and sturdy,
Maybe when you're over thirty.
The fashionistas will fade away
When your belly starts to sway.

CHORUS:
C'mon, baby, dine with me.
Just another calorie.
One little bite, and you will see;
I can be your cup of tea.

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