Oh, oh, stick it down your throat
I'm watching from the bathroom
Making sure I don't choke, choke
From the words you spoke
When you're screaming at the mirror
Now you're sitting in the cafeteria
Shoving clementines and orange bacteria
Down your throat a dozen times a year, yeah
For another 'round of your bulimia

You turn oranges to orange juice
Into there, then spit it out of you
YOUR BODY IS IMPERFECTLY PERFECT

*cry

Yo en estos momentos:

*CRY

YOUR BODY IS IMPERFECTLY PERFECT
*cry