This is a story about a girl that was chunky

Early Morning, she wakes up
She eats, eats, eats everything
It's time for syrup, bright green lime
It's you they're all waiting for
They Go...
"Isn't she flabby, this Hollywood girl?"

And they say she's so chunky, she's all lard
But she bites, bites, bites into her sweet tart, thinking
If there's no room, left inside of her,
then why does she still eat at might

Lost in an image, in whipped cream
But there's no one there to clean her up
And the room is spinning, and she keeps on eating
But tell me, what happens when she bust?
They go...
"Isn't she chunky, this Hollywood girl?"

And they say shes so chunky, she all lard
But she bites, bites, bites into her sweet tart, thinking
If there's no room, left inside me
Then why does she still eat a might?

"Best actress, and the winner is... Chunky!"
"I'm Richard Simmons for Pop News standing outside the arena waiting for
Chunky"
"Oh my god here she comes! (tears, crying) we can get through this"

Isn't she chunky, this Hollywood girl?
She is so chunky, but why does she lie?
If there's no room, left inside of her
then why does she eat at might?