And I’m sitting here all alone

Looking at these magazines my man brought home

And picture after picture I see what he wants

A girl size 2 who aint afraid to flaunt

Skimpy little skirts and the shirt don’t cover

Truth be told he like the girls who want rug burn

Sad to say but this is my story to tell

‘Cause every day is a personal hell

‘Cause when he looks at those pictures I know he don’t see me

And I won’t be a size 2 not even in my dreams.

‘Cause with me I’m curvy with more to hold

And excuse me if you think I’m being bold

I grab those pictures and I set them aflame

And with them goes my personal shame

And the way I look is what I love

‘Cause it was given to me by the man above

So Hun I’m sorry if you don’t like my words

But now you know the truth freaking hurts

So I’m kicking you out because you want me to change

So leave the keys and get out of my face