Rosalina,
Rosalina, running daily on the treadmill
By the evening, evening,
you're nursing your two swollen feet
By the evening, evening,
you've undertaken quite a feat
Rosalina,
Rosalina, frankly I like her rather chubby
But when it's evening, evening,
I can always hear you munching
When it's evening, evening,
you kill yourself on sweets
Oh baby, baby,
I even love your cellulite
The way you thrill me,
you might as well become my wife
Two hundred pounds of lust
and real homeliness
Some exercise will do you good
and fight the stress
Rosalina,
Rosalina, running miles
on the treadmill
By the evening, evening,
you're nursing your swollen feet
And by the evening, evening,
you've undertaken quite a feat
Rosalina,
Rosalina, running daily on the treadmill
By the evening, evening,
you're nursing your two swollen feet
And by the evening, evening,
you kill yourself on sweets
My mother tells me that with time
you'll lose some weight
But don't you worry baby,
don't go change your shape
Haven't you noticed that the thing
once looked so sad
While you instead are always
singing happy songs?
Rosalina,
Rosalina, my sweet darling ballerina
On the treadmill run ning,
singing till the sun goes down
And when it's evening, evening,
you kill yourself on sweets
By now you need a treat
So what the heck?
Let's eat!