I can't laugh too hard, I'm on a diet I’m trying to lose myself, you ought to try it Just starve for six days straight, oh, it's a riot Every Sunday night
I binge and I barf cause I carry the scars of an eight-year-old Whose mother applied the same rules to her kid's body as her own
I think you'll leave me soon, though I’ve no proof of it But I'll make it easier for you by being a little bitch And this is just a theory, but I think the reason why I’m scared you'll craok this:
The only male influence I had after Daddy up and left Were my mother's weekend lovers, and their alcoholic breaths
I'll tell you what caused it if you'll handle the effects I'll tell you what caused it if you'll handle the effects I'll tell you what caused it if you'll handle the effects Yes, I'll tell you what caused it if you'll handle the effects
I can't laugh to hard, I'm on a diet (Mommy's home, why don't you) I’m trying to lose myself, you ought to try it (Open the door) Just starve for six days straight, oh, it's a riot (Ha-ha) Every Sunday night
