I like fat cells, I really do
Though often, my reactions are drastic
They absorb shocks, absorb booze
Though physically, they hang loose
Now, that’s not exactly fantastic
I get this feeling, they’re spiteful
To people who abhor and fight them
They’ll enter without asking
And go to parts most taxing
Then settle down, till you can’t move ‘em
Now if fat cells were more polite
And took permission before entering
Easy come, easy go
Go to bust, not booty, yo
They’d probably be worth sheltering.
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