Dear Popeyes by Channing Bentley Lyrics

I'm sorry you're not my first love
Nothing would be placed above my Christian Chicken. Yeah

Now I am here at Popeye's
Crispy Chicken and cajun fries
You are no Chick-fil-A
Well, at least I can eat here on Sundays

"Why am I here?", I ask myself
My sandwich is somewhere else
Don't wanna settle for this again
But I can't help it if she ain't open

Now I am here at Popeye's
Crispy chicken and cajun fries
You are no Chick-fil-A
Well, at least I can eat here on Sundays

Every single week I'm going like "oh dear"
The one time I want her but she ain't here
I know she's near perfect. No uncertainty
But then there's you. You are there for me
Now I am here at Popeye's
Crispy chicken and cajun fries
Had my sights on Chick-fil-A
But at least I can eat here on Sundays