I Sing the Boloco Atlantic

Oh, boloco girl
You are so pretty and sweet and great
To be honest
I start my mornings at boloco
Really just to feed my everlasting, corporeal love for burritos
But it is always nice to see you, too.

I wouldn’t pick you up while you were working
Because I’d feel like I was harassing you
In your place of business
While you’re forced to oblige any customer that comes in
So instead I’ll place my complicated breakfast order
And leave:

"a small egg and cheese on wheat with black beans and potatoes, please."