Every time I catch the flu
I dream of how many pounds I might lose
Shallow navel, thick chagrin
Oh, I'm so impressed my appetite hasn't kicked in
Body becomes a fleshy burden
I am pining for the woman unafraid to ripen
I do push-ups on my knees
As I digress from corporeal honesty
I feel too much, not enough
The safety in self love
Real vanity has stamina
If I'm to have the king's baby
I gotta feed the fire of fertility
But even with a belly full of lovin'
Oh, he still complains about the size of my oven
And I feel too much, not enough
The safety in self love
Real vanity has stamina
The influence is clear
Subtleties abound in a two-faced mirror
Oh and I feel too much, not enough
The safety in self love
Real vanity has stamina
Oh too much, not enough
The safety in self love
Real vanity has stamina