The poundage is balled up in your gut so said my sweet
You always eat greasy, never baked or trans fat free
You better drop some weight or snuggle without me
You just have: fifty days or lose your rubber

She said you really have bad habits with your food
Bloating more you dope, your eating will exclude you getting screwed
But you just stuff yourself, as the brisket's being stewed
You just have: fifty days to lose some blubber
Fifty days or lose your rubber

You just skip on the flap-jacks
Don't eat the canned ham
You just need to bok choy, boy
Just get it fat free
Big as a bus truss
You won't get to *this* touch much
Just munch on a ki-wi
Or get you not: me!

Ooo, zip up your snack pack
Don't you do Spam cram
You don't need to enjoy soy
Just eat it for me
Stop all the plus fuss
You won't feel on this butt much
Won't play with your wee-wee
I'll set your ass free

She said I'm leaving so you won't see me again
Think I tried everything I could to lose weight, but I gained ten
She didn't appreciate that; I guess I could complain
About the fifty days...

But now my plate can load up, heap it on all night
And I'm relieved in the morning; she's not watching every bite
And when she sees me, she will be surprised; found someone who's just right
And she's a hefty babe with lots of blubber
Hefty babe who is my lover

We share kiss then attack snacks
Eat a few canned hams
Then play with our joy toys
Ain't nothin' fat free
Oh, a cinnamon bun, Hon?
We just eat for big fun, yum!
Please pass me a sweet treat
And get yourself three

Donuts like snack crack
She's my new Spam ma'am
We don't need to deploy soy
Just glistening grease
Oh how we trust crust
We sure have a robust lust
Let's chop off some cheese please
And let ourselves spree

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