Little quiche for an appetizer,
s**ing down roast beef for dinner,
For desert, a little chocolate cake,
And you think about is getting thinner.
You don't want to be rude,
But you're eating up all the food.
So you just keep on eatin',
‘cause you really don't think you're cheatin'.
Stumble to the toilet, bloated as hell,
You're reaching for the porcelain well.
You grab hold tight, you're ready to go.
Come on baby, let your dinner flow.
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Bulimia
Bulimia
Ice creamia
Throw it back up …
Your parents don't know what's wrong with you,
All they know is that you like to spew.
You seem like such a normal child,
But once you're in the bathroom, you go wild.
Gag yourself with your own two fingers
And when you pull the handle nothing lingers
That hamburger in the corner is looking at you,
When you rush to the bathroom right on cue
Sloppy joe, potatoes, banana cream pie
Eat a little more, it goes right to your thighs
(dummy!)
Chorus