| I’ve no appetite for you and me
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| When you twist me 'round like some old spaghetti
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| Eat you up and spit you out
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| Left a bad taste I can do without
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| Hey, fat mama, I’m a fat man
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| Hey, fat mama, I’m a fat man
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| Hey, fat mama, I’m a fat man
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| Hey, fat mama, I’m a fat man
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| You’re gonna use a knife to take a slice
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| And cut me out of your life
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| You’re gonna use a knife to take a slice
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| And cut me out of your life
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| It’s a recipe we have to follow
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| Take heartache and a pinch of sorrow
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| Let it simmer for a year or two
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| Serve it up and then we’re through
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| Hey, fat mama, I’m a fat man
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| Hey, fat mama, I’m a fat man
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| Hey, fat mama, I’m a fat man
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| Hey, fat mama, I’m a fat man
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| You’re gonna use a knife to take a slice
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| And cut me out of your life
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| You’re gonna use a knife to take a slice
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| And cut me out of your life
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| It’s not my fault, it’s not big bowls
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| It’s not my age or my hormones
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| On a diet of cold rejection
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| I got sick with no affection
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| Hey, fat mama, I’m a fat man
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| Hey, fat mama, I’m a fat man
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| Hey, fat mama, I’m a fat man
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| Hey, fat mama, I’m a fat man
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| You’re gonna use a knife to take a slice
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| And cut me out of your life
|
| You’re gonna use a knife to take a slice
|
| And cut me out of your life
|
| You’re gonna use a knife to take a slice
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| And cut me out of your life
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| You’re gonna use a knife to take a slice
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| And cut me out of your life |