HIPS OF THE YEAR

 

Honey, take your lips of the gear

We�ve got to slow down, the border�s too near

Your crying makes me weak

Your constant dying is a mean mean streak

Your beauty ain�t free

Slim waist-line, the hips of the year

You�re far too fine to be criticized, my dear

Body body

Massage for the blind

You�re the devil dressed as the queen of design

Your beauty ain�t free

Do you know you�ve got problems to solve

Loads, heavy loads

Or would you rather be eaten by wolves

Wolves in sheep clothes

I love you, but I�m your enemy

You raise your army to terrorize me

And my white flag is blinding your handsome eyes

Can I ever stop waving

Waving goodbye