Gimme


I’ve had a lifetime of fat chicks tellin’ me they’re-the best shag,
‘n’ I may have been desperate, but better dead than that!
Ignorance is bliss ohh their delusions of grandeur!
‘n’ life is too short to be their universal cure-all.

They say an army marches on its stomach, maybe that’s the truth,
‘n’ I’m the last person to claim I haven’t a sweet tooth.
You think you’re do’n’a good job of sellin’ your love handles?
But 100 plus kilos of love is more than I can tackle!

Gimme thin!
Gimme lithe!
Gimme bony Marone ev’ry time!
Gimme slim!
Gimme slight!
Gimme bony Marone ev’ry time!
Gimme lean!
Gimme light!
Gimme bony Marone ev’ry time!

©3.5.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

‘n’ life is too short for me to waste on findin’ a cure.
but 150 plus kilos of love is more than I can handle!


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