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