gentlemen gather around
showing how they lost weight
they saw me with 'take home'
someone said 'that's not it'
why would i, i have nothing
to lose i'm only one sixty eight
now they're all facing me
villain to their critiquing eye
i listen how much they spend
me i spend less by eating less
i know diet companies doesn't
like me; they don't make money
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