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I've no appetite for you and me |
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When you twist me 'round like some old spaghetti |
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Eat you up and spit you out |
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Left a bad taste |
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I can do without |
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Hey, fat mama, |
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I'm a fat man |
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Hey, fat mama, |
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I'm a fat man |
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Hey, fat mama, |
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I'm a fat man |
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Hey, fat mama, |
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I'm a fat man |
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You're gonna use a knife to take a slice |
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And cut me out of your life |
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You're gonna use a knife to take a slice |
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And cut me out of your life |
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It's a recipe we have to follow |
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Take heartache and a pinch of sorrow |
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Let it simmer for a year or two |
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Serve it up and then we're through |
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Hey, fat mama, |
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I'm a fat man |
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Hey, fat mama, |
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I'm a fat man |
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Hey, fat mama, |
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I'm a fat man |
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Hey, fat mama, |
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I'm a fat man |
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You're gonna use a knife to take a slice |
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And cut me out of your life |
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You're gonna use a knife to take a slice |
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And cut me out of your life |
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It's not my fault, it's not big bowls |
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It's not my age or my hormones |
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On a diet of cold rejection |
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I got sick with no affection |
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Hey, fat mama, |
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I'm a fat man |
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Hey, fat mama, |
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I'm a fat man |
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Hey, fat mama, |
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I'm a fat man |
|
Hey, fat mama, |
|
I'm a fat man |
|
You're gonna use a knife to take a slice |
|
And cut me out of your life |
|
You're gonna use a knife to take a slice |
|
And cut me out of your life |
|
You're gonna use a knife to take a slice |
|
And cut me out of your life |
|
You're gonna use a knife to take a slice |
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And cut me out of your life |
