Friday, March 7, 2014

Popeyes Louisiana Kitchen

To the tick tock you don't stop...

Come inside, take off your coat, Pops will make you feel at home.
Now let's pour a glass of sweet tea 'cause now we're all alone.
I've been waiting all night so just let me hold you close to me,
'Cause I've been dyin' for you Pops and make love to pouch.

Pops, you make me feel real good.
We can eat it 'til we both pass out.
Pops, you know I'm hooked on you,
And this is what I'll do...

I wanna fry you up.
All night.
You make me feel real good.
I wanna eat you out.
I wanna fry you up.

Let me take you out of the oversized bag.
Disconnect the webcam so nobody knows.
Let me dust some Cajun Sprinkle,
So that we can make it better.
Eatin' cheekan until we drown.

Dig.

Pouch, you know it tastes real good.
We can eat it 'til we both pass out.
Pops, you know I'm hooked on you.
And this is what I'll do.

I wanna fry you up
Eatin' cheekan until we drown
I wanna fry you up

Pops, you just taste so good
I just wanna, I just wanna look at you
Don't say anything at all
Just lay in the box, and enjoy the ride, yeah

Eatin' legs and thighs all night long...
(I wanna fry you up)
Tastes so right it can't be fattening...
Don't be shy pouch just feed me...
(I wanna fry you up)
Open up the box and I'll set you free...

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