Every time I catch the flu I dream of how many pounds I might lose Shallow navel, thick chagrin Oh, I'm so impressed my appetite hasn't kicked in Body becomes a fleshy burden I am pining for the woman unafraid to ripen Doing push-ups on my knees As I digress from corporeal honesty I feel too much not enough Safety in self love Vanity has stamina If I'm to have the king's baby I gotta feed the fire of fertility But even with a belly full of lovin' He still complains about the size of my oven! I feel too much not enough Safety in self love Vanity has stamina The influence is clear Subtleties abound in a two-faced mirror I feel too much not enough Safety in self love Vanity has stamina Too much not enough Safety in self love Vanity has stamina