(Instrumental intro)

I want to tone my bloat
The clothes I own are tight and overgrown
To the gym I go
There's an opening and it's mixed Tae Bo

I spot this fetching treat
In a unitard with broken seams
Where the knitting meets
In lines along her buns, and I watch and moan

I'm shocked and blown
I watch and moan

Those flaws might grow
I watch and...

This spandex, it slowly comes undone, dividing
This fabric starts to show what clings beneath it
In time I wish to know what's there and hiding
Till then I watch and moan

Tae Bo, fist throw, slip blow aaand flow
Get low, kick toe, let go

I'm watching her behind
That divine, sweet bun pair twists and grinds
My disordered mind takes a pledge
To stare at what gets shown

Keeping beat in time
With some luck, till everything's in sight
Checking her behind in moments so sublime
And I gawk and groan

So taut and toned
I gawk and groan

Those flaws have grown
I gawk and...

I'm addled, this holy crow, it squawks inside me
My callow part's the only thing defeating
My timeless wish for one to share my pining
But still I gawk and groan

Tae Bo, fist throw, slip blow aaand flow
Get low, kick toe

I'm shocked and stoned
I watch and...

(Instrumental break)

I gawk, so indiscreet
At the unitard with broken seams
Where the stitching's weak
About to come undone...and it pops and...

I'm rattled, this homely runt just walks up, striding
So gallant, heart of gold, he brings some sheeting
So kind, he wraps her buns, and they're now hiding
And then he walks her home...

(Instrumental ending)