The DC3 Hymn lyrics

I love every inch of your skin
All the imperfections within
? under him
All your assets genuine
Where you go out where you go in
So called big, small, think or thin
All the bits contained within
The only thing that's wrong with you is him.

I got nothing against him per se
Viewed singularly, he's ok
I'm sure that we could pass the time of day
It's just his existence in a spatial sense
In relation to you that I

I have a bit of trouble with
If you know what I mean

I love every inch of your skin
All the imperfections within
The curve and camber of your limbs
Your tip of toe, your point of chin
So you go sin to your chagrin
And just sleep in, not go to gym
From when I'm sitting you still win
The only thing that's wrong with you is him.