That girl likes making massive fuss of food,
It's wheat and gluten gross that she can't touch,
At restaurants she'll pick at portions much,
She emphasises entrees overchewed.
Then, from my plate a piece is nicely hewed
With trembling tines, no calories as such
In my plush, hearty meals, her klepto crutch,
Though wretched, still petite, she's rarely rude.
She'll pay a premium for near empty plate,
It dampens down invested sexual urge;
And organic black coffees cooperate,
I pity her, shake my head ahead of purge.
Her spotless toilet pan spells out less is more,
Size eight clothes on non curves I do adore.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 more
o $10,000,000 extra
o $10,000,000 surplus
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