Long I have carried the weight of my worries now I must carry the heft of your tummy. When we were young we partnered and married. Back then you were pretty now you're just scary overly fat and grotesquely hairy. You once wore nice outfits, and jewelry galore, now it's just flip flops and tits on a boar. [Sub chorus] it's not a me thing , it's a you thing you look like swamp thing I'm now leaving. Can you give me some breathing space you take all the oxygen in your place you never let me hang with my friends or speak my mind but this must end. If I were a trapper I'd skin your hide , turn it into a blanket and fart inside, or turn you into boots and drive to a big mud hole and ride or die. [Sub chorus] to be honest who really wants to wear pig leather?. Girl you are such a taxing bore and also yes you are a Boar, one which is obnoxious at her core yin and Yang cannot endure unbalanced and and impure don't forget I hate you bitch. You take all my earnings and stuff it down your face you eat more than a horse but at a faster pace, don't get me started on sex life cause you got a Hippo face and you smell just like a landfill after a fire was set in place.[sub chorus]I hope that animal control catches you and releases you into the wilds far away.
