I checked on my weight the other day
I think that I've gained some extra pounds
I tried to put on my favorite jeans
The one I used to dress during my adolescence
Or should I say "my gradual increase of weight "? - whatever!
I went out, then
I thought to myself: "I'm a card left out of the game"
Either this jeans is actually from my childhood
Or my hips have enlarged a lot
Jesus, let me check on it, hell no!
I passed by a building site
Many shopping bags hanging in my hands
Lifted one bag here, took one step there
One more step and another and...
Uh-oh, I heard a whistle at me, it made me forget
about the heavy bags
It moved me, uhum,
What a cheap flirt,
Yet straight and wordless
He's a lovely singing bird
Clever tactics, like a poem in the form of song
He won me over
More than a soccer team song would
Like a little canary
A classical soccer match-up on Sunday
Like a Cordel Literature book
Tied to my dress
He won me over
Like a little canary
More than a soccer team song would
I haven't heard his whistle anymore
That's trouble!
Like a Cordel Literature book
Tattooed on my ankles
He won me over
I feel free,
But not as light as I used to be
I shouldn't eat, but I love junkie food and worthless snacks
I'd love to be as skinny as a stick
Like a pole, a mast, a street lamp
Men,
I don't get along well with them like before
They love the girls with big air bag boobies now
And we, the women, lose weight to show it off to our girlfriends
Actually, all mutual rivals, not girlfriends