There's a face inside
every block of stone.
Waiting for the chisel
that makes it known.

And a thin girl inside
every fat girl's home.
Waiting for the chisel that slims down
to the bone.

But today she's a little hungry
Yesterday a little zoned.
And tomorrow she'll be urgently angry
And she always eats alone.

Hello my sweet, little sweet
With you I'm safe from all wanting.
And with you I can cover my needs
Hello my sweet, little sweet.

Fat is not food, oh no, it is rage
It is strength, it's a solution
It is refusing to ever be needing
It's a desperate revolution.

It is saying I will not deny
And it's saying, I can defy
Oh that golden fountain of youth
With fat that can say, Fuck You.

Hello my sweet, little sweet
With you I'm safe from all wanting
And with you I can cover my needs
Hello my sweet, little sweet.

And maybe her bones
look like the girls' in town.
Something sweet that she can
stop thinking about.

You know everything cools
on the way to her mouth.
Flesh and frailty
thy names are bound.