Frenchiebird

If I leave here tomorrow,
Could I take your son with me?
For I must be travelling on now,
I know he’s young, but there’s parts of him I wanna see.
You’re just jealous I’m in love, girl.
Me and him are meant to be.
Cause I’m as free as a bird now.
And this Frenchie you can’t change, Ohhhhhhh.
And this Frenchie you can’t change.
And this Frenchie you can’t change.
Lord knows, I can’t change.

My, my, you have a sweet ass, boi.
I want to dick slap your butt.
You best not call the cops, Bradley,
Cause God will bring you shame.
But if you touched my hard penis,
You butt would fee good, like fame.
Cause I’m as free as a bird now.
And this Frenchie you can’t change, Ohhhhh.
And this Frenchie you can’t change.
And this Frenchie you can’t change.
Lord knows, I can’t change.
Lord, help me. I can’t change.
Lord, I can’t change.

Won’t you fly, Frenchiebird? Yeah!

*40 minute guitar solo*