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