Am I pretty enough for you now that my ribs show through? With a little makeup I can look brand new, but can I be pretty enough for you? Fill me with secrets and I'll never tell fatten me up, and I'll feed you well you can polish me perfectly and I'll shine pristine but not even a cherub is this clean Am I all that you d hoped that I would be, hanging on obediently to the words that I'm finding so hard to believe? Am I all that you d hoped that I would be? Why don't you just stop me if I'm sounding ungrateful Why don't you stop me if I'm coming on a bit too strong.