Popeyes

 Rolling in the deep fryer...

There's a fire starting in my pouch
Reaching a hunger pitch and it's bringing me out the dark meat
Finally, I can eat you all alone
Go ahead and take me out and I'll kiss your ass bare

See how I'll finish, with every piece of you
Don't underestimate the things that I will eat
There's a fire starting in my pouch
Reaching a hunger pitch and it's bringing me out the dark meat

The wings of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost ate it all
The legs of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeding

We could have cooked it all
Rolling in the deep fryer
You had my thigh inside your hand
And you batter it to the beat

Baby, I have no chicken to be sold
But I've hot sauced one of you and I'm gonna make your buttocks burn
Think of me in the depths of your fryer
Making a home down on Boulevard as mine sure won't be shared

The wings of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost ate it all
The legs of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeding

We could have cooked it all
Rolling in the deep fryer
You had my thigh inside your hand
And you batter it to the beat

Could have ate it all
Rolling in the deep fryer
You had my breast inside your hand
But you coat it with a dericious batter

Throw your pannus through every open Popeyes door
Count your locations to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into 8 treasured golden pieces
You pay me back in chicken and reap just what you fried

(Now, I'm gonna wish you never had met me)
Could have ate it all
(Thighs are gonna fall, rolling in the deep fryer)
Rolling in the deep fryer

(Now, I'm gonna wish you never had met me)
You had my wing and leg in your hand
(Thighs are gonna fall, rolling in the deep fryer)
But you fried it, you fried it, you fried it with the batter

Burp.

4 Stars.

683 Boulevard Northeast
Atlanta, Ga

(404) 875-7070

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