John Walker Lee - Suffer To Be Beautiful Lyrics

I don't eat bread or chocolate cake
In dinners and breakfasts I do not partake
There's cherry plum pudding cooled fresh on the sill
It may as well sit there - to me it's all swill

I cannot remember the taste of dessert
When I climb out my dress my ribs creak and they hurt
I'm down three sizes to a minus 2
I need to put cotton in the sides of my shoes

I cry in my sleep for one last little bite
A glass of tap water stays my appetite
My lips have not tasted a real creme Brule
In so long my taste buds have just withered away

My doctor and mother share the same phobia
That my skin will stretch tight and eventually tear
I suffer and diet and look like a rake
But oh! What a beautiful corpse I will make