I’m too much to die
  I'm not enough to stay alive
  I'm sitting in the middle waiting
  
  Days since I last pissed
  Cheeks sunken and despaired
  So gorgeous sunk to six stone
  Lose my only remaining home
  
  See my third rib appear
  A week later all my flesh disappears
  Stretching taut, cling-film on bone
  I'm getting better
  
  Karen says I've reached my target weight
  Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake
  Problem is diet's not a big enough word
  I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view
  
  I want to walk in the snow
  And not leave a footprint
  I want to walk in the snow
  And not soil its purity
  
  Stomach collapsed at five
  Lift up my skirt my sex is gone
  Naked and lovely and 5st. 2
  May I bud and never flower
  
  My vision's getting blurred
  But I can see my ribs and I feel fine
  My hands are trembling stalks
  And I can feel my breasts are sinking
  
  Mother tries to choke me with roast beef
  And sits savouring her sole ryvitta
  That's the way you're built my father said
  But I can change, my cocoon shedding
  
  I want to walk in the snow
  And not leave a footprint
  I want to walk in the snow
  And not soil its purity
  
  Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat
  All things I like looking at
  Too weak to fuss, too weak to die
  Choice is skeletal in everybody's life
  
  I choose my choice, I starve to frenzy
  Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires
  Legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy
  And I don't mind the horror that surrounds me
  
  Self-worth scatters, self-esteem's a bore
  I long since moved to a higher plateau
  This disipline's so rare so please applaud
  Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so
  
  Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth
  Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse
  I've finally come to understand life
  Through staring blankly at my navel