| My giant body in this fine world
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| of thin lines and elegance
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| with quick words, behaved laughs
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| tears that shine from hurts
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| that are sore but sweet to soothe
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| my body knows just how to get
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| greedy as it is
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| greedy as it is
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| kisses, bread and speedy cars
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| loud talks and clumsy hugs;
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| I never learned to wait
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| They mourn so sweet,
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| they work so hard they talk so slim
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| they walk so right they love so proper
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| hate so fine
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| if I could be like that
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| if I could cry like that
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| if I could laugh like that
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| if I could shrink
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| if I could put this body down
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| if I could chill my burning breasts
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| and turn myself around
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| my giant body stands here tall
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| how dare it take this form
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| I denied it, I forbade it
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| this giant body, loud and rude
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| is harboring a storm
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| of useless thoughts of petty moods
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| blowing me all down
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| If I could cry like that
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| if I could laugh like that
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| if I could shrink
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| if I could put this body down |