Stout

There's a little bit of love
Left in my chest
A little bit of everything
But I don't need to rest
I've got two legs, two arms
A good set of bones
A head and a heart
All mine, no loans
Cause I'm working hard
To see this through
I'm working tough all day
And won't fail you
I'll just have this love and stuff inside
I'll never need to run, or fly, or hide
Its just my heart to give more and more out
And I'll hug you the same even when you're stout.