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My giant body in this fine world |
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of thin lines and elegance |
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with quick words, behaved laughs |
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tears that shine from hurts |
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that are sore but sweet to soothe |
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my body knows just how to get |
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greedy as it is |
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greedy as it is |
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kisses, bread and speedy cars |
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loud talks and clumsy hugs; |
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I never learned to wait |
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They mourn so sweet, |
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they work so hard they talk so slim |
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they walk so right they love so proper |
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hate so fine |
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if I could be like that |
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if I could cry like that |
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if I could laugh like that |
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if I could shrink |
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if I could put this body down |
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if I could chill my burning breasts |
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and turn myself around |
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my giant body stands here tall |
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how dare it take this form |
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I denied it, I forbade it |
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this giant body, loud and rude |
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is harboring a storm |
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of useless thoughts of petty moods |
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blowing me all down |
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If I could cry like that |
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if I could laugh like that |
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if I could shrink |
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if I could put this body down |
