Dear Chick-Fil-A - Bria

I like your salty taste, I like your waffle shape how they fill my face.

I like the way you make a great Chick-Fil-A sandwich on my plate

Crispy fries oh my eyes, gotta love those brownie bites, oh right such a

delight gotta make those nuggets mine.

Every day I crave you more I’m such a chicken biscuit whore.

Need to quench my thirst with a lemonade burst.

But we can’t have it anymore x3

Because We’re H-to the O- to the M- to the Homosexual.

H-to the O- to the M- to the Homosexual.

They hate those sexuals YEAH!

I used to picture us married with little buns in the over, with spicy chicken

sandwiches.

Now I’m left here craving your chicken strips on my carnivore lips.

Now I’ll rap dreaming that I’ll taste you spicy chicken wraps.

I wont pay a penny to get my chicken minis.

Hash brown are you down egg and chicken biscuit now.

Don’t make me say cheese, or please.

But we can’t have it anymore x3

Because We’re H-to the O- to the M- to the Homosexual.

H-to the O- to the M- to the Homosexual.

They hate those sexuals YEAH!