Paroles de la chanson No One Likes a Fat Pop Star par Robbie Williams
Chanson manquante pour "Robbie Williams" ? Proposer les paroles
Proposer une correction des paroles de "No One Likes a Fat Pop Star"
Proposer une correction des paroles de "No One Likes a Fat Pop Star"
Paroles de la chanson No One Likes a Fat Pop Star par Robbie Williams
I come from a land of kebabs and curries
Second helpings, no worries
Pile the carbs upon the plate
Then one day, it's too late
No breakfast, no luncheon
Just carpets I'm munching
A thimble of self-esteem
Glazed nothing for afters
An absence of laughter
The saddest that I've ever been
You just can't be portly
Not this side of 40
Showbiz, a single chin game
Scum paparazzies
Second helpings, no worries
Pile the carbs upon the plate
Then one day, it's too late
No breakfast, no luncheon
Just carpets I'm munching
A thimble of self-esteem
Glazed nothing for afters
An absence of laughter
The saddest that I've ever been
You just can't be portly
Not this side of 40
Showbiz, a single chin game
Scum paparazzies
And weight police nasties
Have narrowed the hall of fame
No one likes a fat pop star
Pop is a place for the thin
No one likes a fat pop star
We want to hear thin people sing
When I get faint
I chew through my restraints
It's the best meal that I've had all week
If I could eat my own words
I'd tear through the verbs
But nobody pays me to speak
No one likes a fat pop star
Pop is a place for the thin
No one like a fat pop star
Have narrowed the hall of fame
No one likes a fat pop star
Pop is a place for the thin
No one likes a fat pop star
We want to hear thin people sing
When I get faint
I chew through my restraints
It's the best meal that I've had all week
If I could eat my own words
I'd tear through the verbs
But nobody pays me to speak
No one likes a fat pop star
Pop is a place for the thin
No one like a fat pop star
We're sorry, we can't let you in
Now you've upset me, I feel like a snack
A packet of Minstrels, a pie and a nap
So what's wrong with that?
No breakfast, no luncheon
Just carpets I'm munching
A thimble of self-esteem
Glazed nothing for afters
An absence of laughter
The thinnest that I've ever been
Thank you
Now you've upset me, I feel like a snack
A packet of Minstrels, a pie and a nap
So what's wrong with that?
No breakfast, no luncheon
Just carpets I'm munching
A thimble of self-esteem
Glazed nothing for afters
An absence of laughter
The thinnest that I've ever been
Thank you
Paroles.net dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)