“I can buy myself Maccies” by Becki Jones the grown ass 31 yearum old.
“My healfum is good, my eyelids are gold
I weigh firty stone but won’t be told
The trolls aren’t right I can twirl turn
Took up walking but it made my thighs burn
Mm, make yourself happy, just be you
Started to cry, but then remembered I
I can buy myself Maccies
Sit in my grown ass room
Lie in my bed for hours
Who needs to be able to do a handstand
I can go perving morris dancing
Don’t ask what I’m doing with my hand
Yeah, I can love those girls better than you can
Can love them better
I can love kebabums better, baby
Can love garlic dep better
I can love Maccies better, baby”