Cellulite Song

[G]:   320033   [Cadd9]: 032033  [Am]:  X02210 [C]: X32010 [D]: XX0232
        * same chord progression throughout song*

tempo: slow and sad?

[G] [Cadd9]  [Am] [C] [D]

Instrument[G], of evil, here to d[Cadd9]epress [Am]the planet              [C]                       [D]
You make me feel, like my body is made of solid granite
About a month ago I weighed my self, 115, I thought it was nifty.
But I was wrong, oh so wrong, I weighed in at one fifty.

Cellulite, get off my thighs,
You?re gross and you scare away the guys.
Flabby arms, fly me away, don?t make me look
At how much I weigh.

Size 3, you belong on the rack,
?cause all you do, is ride up my crack.
Size 7, I wear you proudly,
Size 9, I?ll yell it loudly.

Chorus.

I step on the scale, the numbers keep on rising.
If I gained a hundred pounds, it wouldn?t be surprising.
It?s kind of depressing, the way things are going,
I just can?t help it, my thighs won?t stop growing.

Chorus.

Hey, if you have any questions or comments, or anything,
Write me and we?ll chat. Oh, if you are wondering, I do
Parties. &

Frances: