Spew Girl

This is a song last year's school captain wrote last year; part tongue-in-cheek, but mostly sadly serious and concerned, about body image and eating disorders (specifically, bulimia).

Well you can eat all day
Eat all your troubles away
Eat until you can't see your feet
Except in the mirror, oh no

You've had too much you'd better go
To the loo, get it out of you
And all your self-respect too

Spew girl,
Are you confused, girl?
Is it the food, girl?
I think it's you girl

Hurl girl,
Did it hurt, girl?
Too much desert, girl?
You better spew, girl

So get it out of you
All your self-respect too,
Your pride, your happiness, normality
You're not really bulimic, it's just a technicality

Go on, pretend that nothing's wrong
Spew away you're life
Just vomit til you're in too deep
And spew away the strife

Spew girl,
Are you confused, girl?
Is it the food, girl?
I think it's you, girl

Hurl girl,
Did it hurt, girl?
Too much desert, girl?
You better spew, girl

I'm sorry it had to be this way
Hope that you turn out OK
And you know that help is one the way
Look for those who care

It's not about the clothes you wear
Or the way you do your hair
Look for the friends who will be there for you, girl

You look confused
Is it the food?
Don't be a spew girl

Hurl girl
I guess it hurts
Lay off dessert

Don't be a spew girl

Please don't be a spew girl

Please don't spew, girl

x
Just a girl