Shama Mrema – Chick-Fil-A (But It’s Sunday) Lyrics

Chicfila I want you, I need you, but it's Sunday
Chicfila I want you, I need you, but it's Sunday

Chic-Fil-A you're the love of my life
If it were legal, I'd make you my wife
You serve the best chicken and waffle fries
Gimme that number two I mean number five
Would I like a sandwich? Nah make it a meal
I broke my piggy bank so imma keep it real
At the register I'm balling
My order your cooking
My drink I am sipping
My name you are calling 
Everything I say, you respond with my pleasure
I sit in the booth chowing at my leisure
But you're closed when I need you real bad
So I'm stuck at my house feeling nothing but sad singing

Chicfila I want you, I need you, but it's Sunday
Chicfila I want you, I need you, but it's Sunday

Monday, Tuesday
Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday
Withdrawals on the Lord's day 
Chick-fil-A you are better than Zaxby's
Popeyes, Churches, Bojangles KFC
Gimme that number one
I mean four
If I'm done and hungry
I'll come and order more
All your milkshakes are so pretty
I OD on minis and refill my sweet tea
You got everything that I want
Everything That need
Chick-Fil-A sauce so good 
Like it was made by G.O.D
You're the best restaurant in the world
If it were legal I'd make you my girl
I walk into church craving you for my breakfast
December 25th you're the top of my wishlist
But you're closed at 10pm Saturday
So I'll drink my own tears till 6am Monday

Chicfila I want you, I need you, but it's Sunday
Chicfila I want you, I need you, but it's Sunday

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, I'm going to Chick-fil-A
Birthday, holiday, vacay, anniversary, snow day, sick day, I'm going to Chick-fil-A
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, I need you Chick-fil-A
Birthday, holiday, vacay, anniversary, snow day, sick day, I'm going to Chick-fil-A