[Verse 1]
Donna with the Mounjaro glow, slimmed down,
But the scale said "nah," now it's holding its ground.
Grindin' 24/7, no clock-out sound,
Lee's your servant? Girl, where's your crown?
Gray strands sneakin', roots gone rogue,
Stress like a freight train, tracks unload.
She’s a boss, she’s a queen, but the weight of the scene
Got her running on fumes, just chasing a dream.
[Chorus]
Donna, Donna, lost in the race,
Mounjaro magic couldn't keep the pace.
Lee's in the kitchen, apron in his place,
But who’s the real king in this two-person space?
[Verse 2]
Donna, the overworker, the never-rest,
Typing through the night, while Lee irons her vest.
Calories burned, but the grind’s the real test,
Now Mounjaro's a memory, she's feelin' compressed.
Gray streaks creeping, time’s graffiti tag,
Life's marathon and you’re starting to lag.
Lee's fetching slippers, Donna snaps, "Chop-chop,"
But the fire in her eyes now a flickering stop.
[Bridge]
Mirror, mirror, who's this in the haze?
Lost the weight but the joy slipped away.
Lee's got the patience, but Donna’s on a craze,
Overworked and underloved, caught in the maze.