Onward, Fat Girl No one can tell righteous from right But it was nothing tonight What is these days So you keep you fighting the fight And if its telling your strife Still our eyes are plain(?)
No its not just a matter of taste Yeah you really are ugly As a matter of fact, yeah, your sort of ugly That's alright, that's alright, i don't really care As long as you keep getting people faces I don't care, i don't care, i don't care, i don't care...