Baby I'm munching on you tonight
Fry you up eat you alive
Just like fried chicken
Just like fried chicken
Fried chicken
Like fried chicken-kens
Like fried chicken-kens
Maybe you think that you can hide
I can smell your spices for miles
Just like fried chicken
I can smell your spices for miles
Just like fried chicken
Fried chicken
Like fwied cheekan-kanz
Baby I'm
Like fwied cheekan-kanz
Baby I'm
So what you fryin' up for me
It's like pouch can't stop, we're frenemies
But we get along when you're inside me, eh
You're like avian flu that's killing me
I cut you out not entirely
But I get so high when you're inside me
It's like pouch can't stop, we're frenemies
But we get along when you're inside me, eh
You're like avian flu that's killing me
I cut you out not entirely
But I get so high when you're inside me
So if I run it's not enough
You're still in my head forever cluck
So you can do what you wanna do, eh
I love your thighs I'll eat 'em up
But don't deny the crispy alleybird
That comes alive when you're inside me
You're still in my head forever cluck
So you can do what you wanna do, eh
I love your thighs I'll eat 'em up
But don't deny the crispy alleybird
That comes alive when you're inside me
Yeah you can start over you can fly free
You can find other chicken of the sea
You can pretend it's meant to be
But you can't stay away from me
I can still hear you frying that sound
Taking pouch down clucking around
You can pretend that it was me
But no, oh
You can find other chicken of the sea
You can pretend it's meant to be
But you can't stay away from me
I can still hear you frying that sound
Taking pouch down clucking around
You can pretend that it was me
But no, oh
2 comments:
I like what you did there with breast and beast. Intentional fallacy.
Pops in the LAS airport is yumm.
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