My vision's getting blurred but I can see my ribs and I feel fine
All things I like looking at
I want to walk in the snow
Problem is diet's not a big enough word
Self worth scatters, self esteems a bore
My hands are trembling stalks and I can feel my breasts are sinking
Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat
I want to walk in the snow
Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires
Yeah, 4st.7lb, an epilogue of youth
I want to walk in the snow
See my third rib appear a week later all my flesh disappear
I've finally come to understand life
But I can change, my cocoon shedding
Stretching taut, cling film on bone, I'm getting better
And I don't mind the horror that surrounds me
?"That's the way you're built”, my father said
And sits savoring her sole ryvitta
Such beautiful dignity in self abuse
Too weak to fuss, too weak to die
Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so
And not leave a footprint
Legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy
Stomach collapsed at five lift up my skirt my sex is gone
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view
I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy
And not leave a footprint
Choice is skeletal in everybody's life
I want to walk in the snow
Mother tries to choke me with roast beef
Naked and lovely and 5ft, 2 may I bud and never flower
And not soil its purity
And not soil its purity
I long since moved to a higher plateau
This discipline's so rare so please applaud
Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake
Karen says, I've reached my target weight
