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Gimme, Gimme, Chicken Tendies.
Be they chrispy, or from Wendy's.
Spend my hard-earned good boy points,
On kidsmeal ball pit burger joints!

Mommy lifts me to the car,
To find me tendies, near and far!
Enjoy my tasty tendie treats,
In comfy big-boy booster seats.

Mcdonald's, Hardees, Popeyes, Canes,
But of my tendies, none remains.

She tries to make me take a nappy,
But sleeping doesn't make me happy!
Tendies are the only food,
that puts me in the napping mood.

I'll SCREAM, AND SHOUT, AND MAKE FUSS!
I'll SCRATCH, I'LL BITE, I'LL EVEN CUSS!

Tendies are my heart's desire,
Fueled by raging hungry fire.
Mommy sobs and whales and cries,
But tears aren't tendies, milks, or fries.

My good-boy points were fairly earned,
To buy the tendies that I've yearned!
But there's no tendies on my plate.
Did mommy think that I just ate??

TENDIES, TENDIES, GET THEM NOW,
YOU FAT, UNGREATFUL, FOOLISH SOW!

There she was my new best friend
High heels in her hands, swayin' in the wind
While she starts to cry,
Mascara runnin' down her little Bambi eyes:
"Lana, how I hate those guys."

This Is What Makes Us Girls