Shaping Up
Your backside looks a fright All pimpled and puckered with Cellulite Your love handles have handles And your birthday cake only fifty candles Your eyes have bags that are always packed Your hair is receding from front to back You have tried creams and pills Bicycles and tread mills Throw away those lotions and potions And forget those old fashioned notions Go online and don't you stop Until you've bought the latest version of Photoshop And now with a few clicks of the mouse Without even leaving the house Your body and face will never look cuter At least on the screen of your Apple computer
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