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 I come from a land of kebabs and curries, 
Second helpings, no worries. 
Pile the carbs upon the plate, 
Then one day, it's too late. 
No breakfast, no luncheon, 
Just carpets I'm munching, 
A thimble of self-esteem. 
Glazed nothing for afters, an absence of laughter, 
The saddest that I've ever been. 
You just can't be portly, not this side of 40, 
Showbiz, a single chin game. 
Scum paparazzi's and weight police nasties 
Have narrowed the hall of fame. 
No one likes a fat pop star, 
Pop is a place for the thin. 
No one likes a fat pop star, 
We want to hear thin people sing! 
When I get faint, I chew through my restraints 
It's the best meal that I've had all week. 
If I could eat my own words, I'd tear through the verbs 
But nobody pays me to speak. 
No one likes a fat pop star, 
Pop is a place for the thin. 
No one like a fat pop star 
We want to hear thin people sing! 
Now you've upset me, I feel like a snack. 
A packet of minstrels, a pie and a nap. 
So what's wrong with that? 
No breakfast, no luncheon, 
Just carpets I'm munching, 
A thimble of self-esteem. 
Glazed nothing for afters, an absence of laughter, 
The thinnest that I've ever been. 
Thank you 
 
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