Now this is a tale about a living doll, yeah freaking hot and all that girly stuff,
Even with those backwards boats she has for feet,
Yet it’s her spirit that’s so gorgeous, and she’s a super-woman-mama,
But here’s her drunk squat story, ever so discrete;
She drank a lot of wine one night, we’re talkin’ lots of wine,
While hanging with her girls and having fun,
And decided that the time had come, to burn away that baby booty,
So said the wine, before the spinning night was done;
So she pumped and pumped and pumped her ass, doing drunk squats with her daughters,
Til the cows came home and the roosters woke the dawn,
For the next three days she could barely walk, chortling pain with every footstep,
Then the drunk squat souvenirs were finally gone;
So the moral of the story is, when you want to ditch the baby butt,
Drink a lot of wine, and play hard with your kids,
Then do a million squats together, in the blurry orange moonlight,
And forget the rest until you lift your puffy lids;
Now this is a tale about a living doll, yeah freaking hot and all that girly stuff,
Even with those backwards boats she has for feet,
Yet it’s her spirit that’s so gorgeous, and she’s a super-woman-mama,
And there’s her drunk squat story, hazy, cute, and sweet,
Yet it’s her spirit that’s so gorgeous, and she’s a super-woman-mama,
There’s her drunk squat story, hazy, cute, and sweet.
