Chapter 1


I've got a terrible habit of,
Turning disasters into works of art.
You've got an awful habit of,
Watching me fall apart.
You'll say you're not skinny enough,
I'll hit my head against your wall.
You'll say I'm a genuinely good person,
I wish I didn't feel so small.
Your stomach's fine, so is mine,
Her stomach's fine, no need to whine,
His stomach's fine, watch the grease shine,
Your stomach's fine, the bottom line.

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