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Lyrics from my favourite Ottawa punk band, furnaceface:
She Thinks She's Fat
CHORUS:
My girlfriend thinks she's fat
but she doesn't look fat to me
Girls always think they're fat
I think they read too many magazines
I take her out to dinner
She hardly eats a thing
She calls herself a cow
and I say, "How 'bout a little (how 'bout a little) [3x]
...a little bestiality?"--CHORUS
I take her to a movie
She doesn't like what she sees
but she eats ten buttered popcorns
and then she throws up (yes, she throws up)
Oh, then she throws up (yes, she throws up)
I said, then she throws up, she throws up
...in the sink--CHORUS
She's always on a diet
I hear about it every day
She says none of her clothes fit
but you know what? (What?)
I like her better (I like her better)
I like her better (I like her better)
I like her better without them anyway--CHORUS
Now, I don't know why you think you're fat, baby. You make me feel so bad when you say, "Tom, am I fat?" I don't know what to say. You make me feel so bad because, I mean, even if you were fat, I would still love you. I want you to know that. When you say, "Tom, am I fat?", all I can think of saying--the only thing I can think of saying is [fadeout ends--chorus would repeat here].
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"My hands are on fire. Hands are on fire. Ain't got no more time for all you charlatans and liars."
- Old Man Luedecke
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