Chris Difford - Fat as a Fiddle Lyrics
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Fat as a Fiddle
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What Are The Lyrics For Fat as a Fiddle By Chris Difford?
I'm never thin I'm never svelte
I always wore the bigger belt I never thought I needed help choosing what to eat each moutful A real treat but when I look and see there's a greater part of me I see the men who work at the gym they have a ripple With every limb they never have this excess skin To cover up their age we're on a different page I look like a tree there's a greater part of me It's so hard to put on my socks each morning When I wake I see myself when I was thin And the hearts I used to break Now I have tits just like my mum I'm out breath before I run I like to eat Because it's fun but it comes at such a price. I'm on the old brown rice and the herbal tea For the greater part of me I always played the boy in goal cross country runs Became a stroll I was the doughnut and the hole But inside I felt great I always licked my plate my face Full of beans there's a greater part of me It's so hard to put on my socks each morning When I wake I see myself when I was thin and the hearts I used to break and it's so hard to pull in the street But it never seems too late, it's so hard |
Who Wrote Fat as a Fiddle By Chris Difford?
Christopher Difford, Mark Nicholas Hewerdine
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What's The Duration Of The Fat as a Fiddle By Chris Difford?The duration of Fat as a Fiddle is 3:25 minutes and seconds. |
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