I bought a pair of jeans
when I was in my teens
didn´t quite fit for me
displayed something I wished to be
I bought a bright red hoodie
thought it was my goodie, goodie
looked in the mirror
saw a noobie
My high school sweetheart
the one with the looks of an angel
At the same minute it felt like my jeans shrunk
my eyes blinked
someone had a grip of my love handles
another handful of my belly
- Man, you´re sick!
I yelled to the mirror
- No one could ever want you!
Went for a several miles
to loosen up my burden
Once did and I may do it again
someday
Sweetheart - you´ll be sorry
