We all have out vices and thats ok But mine is here to stay Chocolate and ice cream may be for you But potato sticks and salt pull me through Don’t want a burger or fried chicken Just the thought makes me sicken Doesn’t matter what you see through those eyes I got my emotional Support french fries Mozzarella sticks, nachos or wings Those golden sticks makes my heart sing Ketchup, ranch or gravy? Nope! Just salt, not even maybe Don’t want a burger or fried chicken Just the thought makes me sicken Doesn’t matter what you see through those eyes I got my emotional Support french fries Yes marcelline Daddy ate your fries And that left you with tears in your eyes I feel your pain so sad to see Couldn’t imagine if that happened to me Don’t want a burger or fried chicken Just the thought makes me sicken Doesn’t matter what you see through those eyes I got my emotional Support french fries Go back to your cheesecake or cherry pie Fries are the Apple of my eye I will eat them til the day I die For now so long and goodbye Don’t want a burger or fried chicken Just the thought makes me sicken Doesn’t matter what you see through those eyes I got my emotional Support french fries
