Letra de No One Likes A Fat Pop Star - Robbie Williams
Letra de canci�n de No One Likes A Fat Pop Star de Robbie Williams lyrics
I come from a land of kebabs and curries,
Second helpings, no worries.
Pile the carbs upon the plate,
Then one day, it's too late.
No breakfast, no luncheon,
Just carpets I'm munching,
A thimble of self-esteem.
Glazed nothing for afters, an absence of laughter,
The saddest that I've ever been.
You just can't be portly, not this side of 40,
Showbiz, a single chin game.
Scum paparazzi's and weight police nasties
Have narrowed the hall of fame.
No one likes a fat pop star,
Pop is a place for the thin.
No one likes a fat pop star,
We want to hear thin people sing!
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When I get faint, I chew through my restraints
It's the best meal that I've had all week.
If I could eat my own words, I'd tear through the verbs
But nobody pays me to speak.
No one likes a fat pop star,
Pop is a place for the thin.
No one like a fat pop star
We want to hear thin people sing!
Now you've upset me, I feel like a snack.
A packet of Minstrels, a pie and a nap.
So what's wrong with that?
No breakfast, no luncheon,
Just carpets I'm munching,
A thimble of self-esteem.
Glazed nothing for afters, an absence of laughter,
The thinnest that I've ever been.
Second helpings, no worries.
Pile the carbs upon the plate,
Then one day, it's too late.
No breakfast, no luncheon,
Just carpets I'm munching,
A thimble of self-esteem.
Glazed nothing for afters, an absence of laughter,
The saddest that I've ever been.
You just can't be portly, not this side of 40,
Showbiz, a single chin game.
Scum paparazzi's and weight police nasties
Have narrowed the hall of fame.
No one likes a fat pop star,
Pop is a place for the thin.
No one likes a fat pop star,
We want to hear thin people sing!
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/no-one-likes-a-fat-pop-star-robbie-williams.php
When I get faint, I chew through my restraints
It's the best meal that I've had all week.
If I could eat my own words, I'd tear through the verbs
But nobody pays me to speak.
No one likes a fat pop star,
Pop is a place for the thin.
No one like a fat pop star
We want to hear thin people sing!
Now you've upset me, I feel like a snack.
A packet of Minstrels, a pie and a nap.
So what's wrong with that?
No breakfast, no luncheon,
Just carpets I'm munching,
A thimble of self-esteem.
Glazed nothing for afters, an absence of laughter,
The thinnest that I've ever been.
