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• Artiste: Orouni
• Titre: Stomach Attack
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Oh I've got no clue what I wanna do when I grow up Is it sailor or clerk, is it clear or dark My ambitions are not well defined When I think of what I could be That's too easy, dissect bodies, defy gravity Doublespeak, draw a chart Know laws by heart If I was a good girl, my life would be cooler Oh then it wouldn't feel like a chore I wish I was the pearl that everybody thinks of I'd have other things to worry for For some it's their breasts or their knees, it's their nose or their hair No it's guilt or shame or anxious despair But it's always some part of yourself And I know there's a way I Could feel loved and important if my stomach was flat Then I'd show much more charm I'd be safe from harm So one day when I'm thin, I'll accept my body And I swear that I'll be done with food No more biscuits or cheese, no more pies I promise I'll forget all their flavours for good Do I need to work out or get waxed or facelifted and starve? Be a sculpture that shallow pressure would carve I don't wanna be good any more And all these pledges are meant To slowly kill me, or maybe quickly, but that's what it takes To be hailed as a saint They're all dying to faint So let's not try and mend what has never been broken I believe that it's there to be seen And I'm too tired now to be more outspoken We all know this could get more obscene