The ugly naked truthnShe starves me of my youthnAnd I stand alone untilnYou catch onnI swear it’s not by choicenBut Ana has this voicenAnd it calms me downnIt gives me purposennAnd it’s alrightnI’m alrightnI want to be oknI’ve seen it beforenThis eyesore, it’s menOooh oooh oooh mennI want out from undernThis confining skinnThat I so reluctantly live innMy worth is measured solelynAccording to the scalenI’m heavy, I feel frailnnAnd it’s alrightnI’m alrightnI want to be oknI’ve seen it beforenThis eyesore, it’s menOooh oooh ooohnnMe oooh oooh ooohnOoooooooooooooohnOh