Chicken Cacciatore from Trad Wife by Pumpkin Mouth

Wooo wooo
Weee weee

Everyone come home to the apple
Everyone go through the airport security

TSA is your father
The TSA is your father

You can get into my cheeks and eyes and anything
You must take your shoes off

You must take your shoes off for the gremlins
Who collect your shoes
We’ll put em in a bucket
Put that bucket on a conveyor belt
And drive it down

Put it in a tiny golf cart
Put that golf cart on the airline flat part
You know, the part where the planes go

Everyone comes home eventually
Have you tried my chicken cacciatore? I
Can’t believe you make that recipe for me
I told you, it triggers me darling
It triggers me, Clarice
Never make me chicken cacciatore again

How dare you

I can take the plane to a place where I’ve never been
Maybe I’ll take a plane to a place where you’ve never been
And write you a post card from the airplane

It’ll say, "I miss you,
Wish you were here, bitch"
Wait, I don’t I don’t wish you were here
In fact get the fuck out of my face
How dare you be in my face right now
Nothing about this is consensual

Love, Me
Love from the airplane

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