Food Lava

Hey what's the matter, you're getting fatter
With every new passing day
I feel I'm on billows of fat ??? pillows
In our promiscuous play
And as you keep growing you start overflowing my
Side of the bed at night
Through a chorus of sores fat seeps from your pores
And I really can't stand your sight

So look at yourself in two or three mirrors
If you can see from your head to your toe
And tell me you're happy just sprouting new bulges
As you watch you can see yourself grow and grow and grow and grow and grow

As a trustworthy spouse I've since moved from my house
To give you more room to expand
Since over the weeks your growing and squeaks
Have gotten quite out of my hands
The worst just did happen
I guess it follows the pattern
You now cover the trees, house, and road
As the folks in the town
Slowly bob up and down
Tell me why did you have to explode?

So look at yourself in two or three mirrors
If you can see from your head to your toe
And tell me you're happy just sprouting new bulges
As you watch you can see yourself grow