I've got a list the length of my arm Of all the things I'd love to change Perfect tits, a pert little ass And an airbrush for my face Ain't a thing I can't rearrange And I don't like cellulite I'll have those dimples on my cheeks And all those pills they sell you like But it's alright cos you can eat But they only make you weak - yeah!
Chorus: It' all over the place, it's all up in my face Keep pushing how perfect I should be I am what I am, I pretend I don't give a damn It's no wonder that I'm never happy
Hello beautiful you're ok Here's 30 grand for your wedding pics Thank you kindly yeah I don't mind But does my bum look big in this? Say it again, I'm not convinced So I said...
Now and then I pretend that I'm really content That I'm happy with a 14 When I'd rather be a 10 Starve myself for a day Then I eat for a week If I was picture perfect would I feel more complete? Would I feel more complete??
It's no wonder that I'm never happy I'm never happy I'm never happy But I'm never happy I'm never happy