Suffer To Be Beautiful Lyrics

I don't eat bread or chocolate cake

In dinners and breakfasts I do not partake

There's cherry plum pudding cooled fresh on the sill

It may as well sit there - to me it's all swill

I cannot remember the taste of dessert

When I climb out my dress my ribs creak and they hurt

I'm down three sizes to a minus 2

I need to put cotton in the sides of my shoes

I cry in my sleep for one last little bite

A glass of tap water stays my appetite

My lips have not tasted a real creme Brule

In so long my taste buds have just withered away

My doctor and mother share the same phobia

That my skin will stretch tight and eventually tear

I suffer and diet and look like a rake

But oh! What a beautiful corpse I will make