I'm working on my smile,
I'm working on my hair.
I'm working on my style,
and my glassy-eyed stare.

I'm working on my face,
I'm working on my mane.
I'm working on my pace
to push faster through the pain.

I'm working on my butt,
I'm working on my eyes.
I'm working on my gut,
even though it makes me cry.

I'm working on my body,
I'm working towards my best.
I'm working to be a hottie
just to fit in with all the rest.