| Throughout the day, I watch my appetite
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| When I go to lunch, I eat so right
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| Aerobic dancing keeps me fit and trim
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| I feel so good about the shape I’m in
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| But every night after I exercise
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| My mouth starts yawning and I rub my eyes
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| I think of food as I crawl into bed
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| As I lay here sleeping, visions dance in my head
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| Then I pig out (Sloppy Joes)
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| Pig out (Pizza to go)
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| Pigging out is what my dreams are all about
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| Pig out (Shoofly Pie)
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| Pig out (Ham on rye)
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| Pigging out is what it’s all about
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| I bop down the hall towards the light
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| It wouldn’t hurt to grab a little bite
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| I do the two step 'cross the kitchen floor
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| And open the refrigerator door
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| A hot dog tangos with a bacon strip
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| A caramel apple dos a double back flip
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| The food is dancing in my fantasy
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| My mouth starts watering as thy sing to me |