| Lyrics: | She cooks with lard
Loves hot food bars
A quart of sweet tea
And fried pork
skin
Can't get enough
Eats till shes stuffed
Goes to the bath room
And then she
comes back again
She thinks she looks just like Maddona
When she runs her greasy fingers
Through her bleach blonde hair
Most times she'll place another order
And lordy have
mercy
On that little bitty chair
She's got a butt bigger than the beatles
Eattin'
me out of house and home
Her booty size
Well it oughtta be illegal
She has a hard time
sittin' on the throne
Hamburgers, hotdogs, cheese fries, and colslaw
A dozen bear claw
yum yum yum
Loves sausage links, hates diet drinks
Takes up both seats in a two seater
car
Her doctor said lay off the bread
But he didn't say nuthin' bout a snickers
bar
She drinks sweet milk by the gallon
And she'd never eat a salad or a lean
cuisine
Then she'll lay spread out on the hammoc
After she's done her damage at the dairy
queen
She's got a but bigger than the beatles
Folks make fun cause she's over
grown
Her rumps shack like a voltswagon beetle
She gives new meaning to the words big
boned
Bagles and cream cheese vaniller ice cream
A tub of whip cream yum yum
yum
No you won't find her name on the weight loss of fame
Down at jenny
craig's
When she cleans 'em out at the waffle house
They'll bring in more ham and
eggs
Eww eww eww
She's got a but bigger than the beatles
Her favorite food is
chocolate ding dongs
She's wide enough to play line backer for the eagles
Deon sanders
better leave her alone
Try chicken that's baked or a fat |
