Chik'n

I am not a piece of food
I am not a piece of food
I am not a piece of food
I am not a piece of food
You called me a baby chicken, hot and super finger licking
But you can’t have me, I’m not your poultry
You said I’m like a little nugget, soft and sweet and full of loving
But you are dead wrong- if I were meat, I’d be filet mignon
I am not a piece of food
I’m not that sweet, I can be rude
Don’t call me cupcake, or honey pie
Pet names make me wanna fucking die
If one day I become a danish, yes, if one day I become a muffin
You’ll want to taste me, but I’ll be display-only
If one day I become a cream puff, if one day you have got a sweet tooth
You’ll want to try a try a bite, but I’ll be sprinkled in cyanide
I am not a piece of food
I’m not that sweet, I can be rude
Don’t call me cupcake, or honey pie
Pet names make me wanna fucking die
You are under the impression I’m your personal grocery
You’re under the delusion that you’re making the most of me
You are under the impression I’m your personal grocery
You’re under the delusion that you’re making the most of me
You are under the impression I’m your personal grocery
You’re under the delusion that you’re making the most of me
You are under the impression I’m your personal grocery
You’re under the delusion that you’re making the most of me
You are under the impression I’m your personal grocery
You’re under the delusion that you’re making the most of me
You are under the impression I’m your personal grocery
You’re under the delusion that you’re making the most of me
But each time that you call me pastry, you chip away at my agency
I am not a piece of food
I’m not that sweet, I can be rude
Don’t call me cupcake, or honey pie
Pet names make me wanna fucking die