Body and Head
My boobs are too small and my cock is too short
My bum is too big and my belly needs a tuck
My hair's the wrong colour and so is my skin
My nose is bent and my teeth aren't straight
I wake in the morn' with bags and bad breath
I wash and perfume but my body's still not fresh
Cosmetics give me the color I need
Holes in my ears and golden beads
I wanted to be an athlete but I've got the wrong genes
I wanted to be a dancer but I'm oh so clumsy
I don't even try 'cause I'd look dum
I'm just trapped in this damn stupid body
Our bodies being of matter is the original sin
And female bodies are also blessed with "the curse"
We must control body function and desire
The body is animal we must transcend
Do the transcend, ("shake yer boodee")
My body is a vehicle I drive into the ground
Burns a mixture of cigarettes and booze
Towed to the garage for some snip and drug
Ya gotta go some time, what's a year or two
My body is no temple, it's more like the morgue
Now it's got cancer, it's the will of the Lord
I knew it'd let me down, it's got a mind of it's own
Good riddance to my body `cause I'll go on
Oh, go on.
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