G: 320033 C(add9): 032033 Am: X02210 C: X32010 D: XX0232
* same chord progression throughout song*
tempo: slow and sad?
Intro: G C(add9) Am C D
G C(add9) Am C D
Instrument, of evil, here to depress the planet
You make me feel, like my body is made of solid granite
About a month ago I weighed my self, 115, I thought it was nifty.
But I was wrong, oh so wrong, I weighed in at one fifty.
Cellulite, get off my thighs,
You?re gross and you scare away the guys.
Flabby arms, fly me away, don?t make me look
At how much I weigh.
Size 3, you belong on the rack,
?cause all you do, is ride up my crack.
Size 7, I wear you proudly,
Size 9, I?ll yell it loudly.
I step on the scale, the numbers keep on rising.
If I gained a hundred pounds, it wouldn?t be surprising.
It?s kind of depressing, the way things are going,
I just can?t help it, my thighs won?t stop growing.
Hey, if you have any questions or comments, or anything,
Write me and we?ll chat. Oh, if you are wondering, I do