Lyrics

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