Cuz my bust is the best,
It has passed hubby's test

Whenever I'd ask, "Do you think I'm gaining weight?"
He's say, "Nooo, they, I mean you look really great!"

I measured my waist and it is getting smaller
Tho I wish that I could find a good way to grow taller

About 5 foot 6 or maybe five-seven
It would be enough, I'd be in hog heaven

Thank Heaven
for 5 feet seven

My waist and my butt would then stretch to fit
So that when I go dancing, I'd be quite a hit

To dance the pounds away
Better start today.

It will be good for my soul
Not to mention my heart

And if I would gain anymore my jeans will tear apart


(i found myself in that situation!)

Jeans that fall apart
Mean a broken heart

But as I lose weight, I'm too cheap to buy jeans,
So I "moon" folks at work, thru accidental means.

A free show will always reveal
The pounds we wish to conceal

So they hold their breath and cover their eyes
For fear of glimpsing these cellulite thighs

Heaving a great sigh
She cried no more pie

She looked down and could finally see her feet
And Valentines Day ended up being oh so sweet