4 Apps Girl Video (MV)

4 Apps strolled on through the door
Eyes on plates as she crossed the floor
She flopped down into a chair
Grabbed a tie, pulled back her hair

Her look intense, eyes dilated
That menu felt so violated
When she chooses all those apps
Her judgment cannot ever lapse

Cuz she wants the wings, she wants the dip
She wants the ravs, she wants your chips
She loves the fries, but please get it right
No runny cheese with her pretzel bites

The order placed, she's got to wait
Gotta make room for all those plates
Patiently, she contemplates
Why just four, why not eight?

In good time the food is here
She looks up, lets out a cheer
One by one those apps are gone
Like children on Johnny's lawn

Cuz she wants the wings, she wants the dip
She wants the ravs, she wants your chips
Potato skins with chipotle trickle
But she don't want any deep fried pickles

Now she's left with aftermath
Sauce on her face and a need for a nap
She'll be back, make no mistake
And she'll want some bites made with steak

Or curds of cheese, or meat on a stick
Some poppers might just do the trick
And she cannot wait till then
Oh no! Now she's hungry again

Cuz she wants the wings, she wants the dip
She wants the ravs, she wants your chips
She loves the fries, but get it right
No runny cheese with those pretzel bites