Friday, March 15, 2013

Popeyes


When I was a boy, Out of the Blue, I had a wet dream about Debbie Gibson one night... I always wanted to take her to my favorite restaurant that served the best fwied cheekan this marsupial pouch has ever had. Anything Is Possible but it never happened. No, only in my dreams, As real as it may seem, It was only in my dream...

So, what's a depressed chubby little Oriental boy gonna do? This Electric Youth sings her his love song... With a drumstick in hand.

I get lost in your thighs
And I feel my saliva rise
And score like a win...
Is it love that I am in?

I get weak in the drive-thru with a glance
Isn't this what's called bromance?
...And now I know
'Cause when I'm in a rush I can go

I don't mind not knowing what I'm hungry for
You can take me on your wings to the skies...
It's like being lost in chicken heaven
When I'm lost in your thighs

I'm so full, don't know why
Something's there my pouch can't deny...
And when I first knew
Was when I first took a bite outta you

And if I can't find a store my way
If satiation seems worlds away
Oh, you'll be found
When I am lost in your thighs

I don't mind not knowing what I'm hungry for
You can take me on your wings to the skies...
Oh it's like being lost in chicken heaven
When I'm lost in your thighs

I get weak on line with a glance
Isn't this what's called bromance?
Oh, you'll be found
When I am lost in your thighs


Burp.

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