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Jan. 23rd, 2007 04:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pennywhistleI could slip, I could fall
Down that mean and awful hall
With the other jealous bitches
And the bitter grumbling men
I could sneer, I could glare
Say that life is so unfair
And the one who made it, made it
'Cuz her breasts were really big
Well I don't wanna get bitter
I don't wanna get cruel
I don't wanna get old before I have to
I could bitch, I could moan
Say I want to be left alone
But that's not really true
Because I like my time with you
Till you rant and you rave
Wishing fat folks to their grave
But I feel sorry for them
You say they get what they deserve
Well I don't wanna get bitter
I don't wanna get cruel
I don't wanna get old before I have to
I don't wanna get jaded
Petrified and weighted
I don't wanna get bitter like you
Like you, with the darts in your eyes
Like you, with disdain for mankind
I was charmed, now I wonder
Well I don't wanna get bitter
I don't wanna get cruel
I don't wanna get old before I have to
So I'll smile with the rest
I'll wish everyone the best
And know the one who made it
Made it 'cuz she was actually pretty good
Well I don't wanna get bitter
I don't wanna get cruel
I don't wanna get old before I have to
