I stand, naked waiting for my sickly body to take shape Don't look, I'm still getting ready, All my happiness just a year away I spend all my weekend hours grazing through the shadows, Still no luck I stand, neck deep in the water as it rises up, yeah, it rises up Oh, all my friends are interesting, photogenic, pretty things Can't help showin' it off And all my friends are happy with their skinny little bodies Can't make sense of it all I sweat, runnin', baby, runnin' Plastic picket fences line my sight Tonight (gotta) gotta hit the treadmill, Gotta burn that body make it (pop, pop, pop, pop!) Particles, peculiar vector grown muscles Dehydrate, accentuate my soft abdomen Oh, all my friends are interesting, photogenic pretty things Can't help showin' it off And all my friends are happy with their skinny little bodies Can't make sense of it all All my friends are interesting, photogenic pretty things Can't help showin' it off And all my friends are happy with their skinny little bodies Can't make sense of it all Oh, all my friends are interesting, photogenic pretty things Can't help showin' it off And all my friends are happy with their skinny little bodies Can't make sense of it all