More than you could ever chew
We were always picked last Staring at our new gym shoes
Your friends are always fat kids Sweatin' to the fat kid blues
These are the apples of our little eyes Cookies and cream puffs with something inside (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});Oh
Staring at the dance floor Watching all the thin kids groove
All your little fat kid moves
Wishin' it was skin though Betty from my homeroom class
But what the real' sad fact is I don't think I'd want to as
I don't think I'd address And these are just the fat kid facts
These are the things I will love and despise
We don't count sheep we count roast chicken thighs They'll fight 'till their deaths
More than you could ever chew