He Says

I’ve been fighting a lunatic
A ludicrous maker of little white lies
An avid fantasizer of little legs,
And Bambi eyes, with shallow heads
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He says he can give me everything
I say, make me a better woman
Because I’m sickened by my diet
Because I’m silenced by ignorant ears
Because I’m different in a world that’s all the same
And I’m tired
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He says put your hand in your mouth
Cut your meal in half
You’re a skank, and a glutton
You need to be this way
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And I run away to the recreation center
To the third-floor bathroom
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He says put your hand in your mouth
This is as good as it gets
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This is as good as it gets