You drink pop from a paper cup.
Then you want a masseuse to rub your butt.
But that stuff you've got to learn to tighten yourself.
But that stuff you've got to learn to tighten yourself.
You want a slim waist to look so lean.
But at midnight you're eating icecream.
Licking greasy fingertips wont do the trick.
You've got to pick a plan and stick to it!
And...
Beyoncé,
Will love you.
You drink pop from a paper cup.
Then you want a masseuse to rub your butt.
But a licking greasy fingertips wont do the trick.
You've got to pick a plan and stick to it!
And that stuff you've got to learn to tighten yourself.
You've got to do it for yourself and no one else.
And...
Beyoncé,
Will love you.
You've got to pick a plan and stick to it!
A licking greasy fingertips wont do the trick.
And...
Beyoncé
Will love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem