Ms. Chicken

Gayle Paul & Christopher St. John

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    I come from the jungles of South East Asia
C D                                    F
    Born wild and I ain’t here to please ya
C D                 F
    You try to hurt me,   I rise above it
        G                                             A (drop)               (slide to D)
So take your “free range” bullshit and shove it

You got a thing for my legs, that’s freaky
You’re all over my breasts, you’re creepy
Wings are for flying, that’s what I do
And yo buddy, that’s Ms. Chicken to you
Ms. Chicken to you x 3

I don’t live in no KFC bucket
I ain’t here to go down your gullet
I ain’t a damn bag full of frozen parts
I’m a large-living lady with a brain and a heart

You got a thing for my legs, that’s freaky
You’re all over my breasts, you’re creepy
Wings are for flying, that’s what I do
And yo buddy, that’s Ms. Chicken to you
Ms. Chicken to you x 3

I love my kids, just like you do
I’d kill for ‘em, and you know that’s true
So gimme some sunshine and sweet green grass
Don’t make me come down there and extra-crispy yo ass

So screw your thing for my legs, you’re a freako
And screw your thing for my breasts, you’re a creepo
My wings are for me that’s who I am
If you don’t like extra spicy, then I don’t give a damn
Ms. Chicken to you x 3

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