Fat Girl

I saw her drinkin' beer, eatin' peanuts by the bar
I was pretty desperate, and I knew she had a car
She said her name was Debby, she was a friend of Jenny Craig's
She had boobs like watermelons and breath like rotten eggs

I know you're hungry, I can see it in your eyes
'Cause you're lookin' at me like I'm a side of fries
I wanna take your chubby ass back to my place
And squirt my baby gravy all over your face, yeah

(Whoa, whoa) thar she blows
(Whoa, whoa) thar she blows
Fat girl, she's everything I wanted and more
Fat girl, she can't fit through the door
(Whoa, whoa) thar she blows

I wanna prove to you my feelings are for real
So I'm gonna buy you a million Happy Meals, yeah
I want a chunk of that body, if you'll only let me in
I wanna sink my summer sausage into that double-chin, yeah, yeah

(Whoa, whoa) thar she blows
(Whoa, whoa) thar she blows
Fat girl is ridin' my jock again
Fat girl is snackin' on my cock again

Ouch, don't bite

My friends keep tellin' me, I must be goin' blind
'Cause you got cottage cheese all over your behind, yeah
Even though some people point and laugh at us
You can kick their ass because you're bigger than a bus

Fat girl, I can't believe you're eating again
Fat girl, where does your neck begin?
(Whoa, whoa) thar she blows
Fat girl, put my hot dog into your bun
Fat girl, you're really, really tons of fun
(Whoa, whoa) thar she blows
(Whoa, whoa) thar she blows

You're my fat, fat girl, oh
You know I really love you
'Cause you're my fat, fat girl, oh, oh

Come here, baby, where you goin'?
You're a cow
Come here, baby, hey
I love you
I can't live without you
I can't live without you
Come here, hey, come here

It's like a jungle in my apartment, dude
'Cause all these hot bitches and that one fat girl



Credits
Writer(s): Russell Parrish, Darren Leader, Travis Haley, Ralph Saenz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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