اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
If I could be all angles
Glances would bounce off of me
And there would be no open spot to let anyone in
Curves are just for cowards
Yielding flesh get off of me,
I'm strong! I've got the Spartan discipline
Food is the enemy
Food has no use for me
Fools just won't let me be, they make me
Eat.
If I could be all lines
My two-dimensionality would always keep me firmly fixed
then I could not be swayed.
Do away with time
But volume still defies me continues to play tricks
Refuses to obey
Food is the enemy
Food has no use for me
Fools just won't let me be, they make me
Eat
Food is the enemy
Food has no use for me
Who but me can see just what I need.
