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Where'd you get those pants? |
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Grabbin' flesh and moanin' like a |
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Buddist chant |
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Polyester friction rubbin' butt |
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Pedal pushers pumpin', |
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I can't get enough |
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Hip huggin' puts me in a trance |
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Lord have mercy |
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Ohhh, where'd you get those pants? |
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Where'd you get those pants? |
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Like honey stickin' to a jar attractin' ants |
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It makes me alivate when your chocolate shakes |
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So gimme double chili cheese and bacon cake |
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And throw me in a side of romance |
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Girl, where'd you get those pants |
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Hey foxy lady |
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This shiny silver sweaty shirt stuck to my skin |
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You give my brand new pants a brand new happy fit |
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Reveals the hot and helpless hungry state |
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I'm in You really got me movin' |
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So let me get you groovin' |
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Where'd you get those pants |
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Let's hit the parking lot for a second glance |
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In the back seat of my |
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Cadillac, let's take a chance |
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Them bitchy britches look so dope |
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Hittin' switches til it itches, let's lose control |
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Where'd you get those pants? |
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I can dig it |
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Where'd you get those pants? |
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Click like a camera flash |
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And them Spandex |
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Making me erect |
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Ahh, those daisy dukes |
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And take all his |
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Viagra The way they ridin' up the booty |
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The fit on the hip makes my backbone slip |
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Make an old man just get up and dance |
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The slope of the curve hits the rawest nerve |
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You're messin' up my mind |
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Those silky thights they hypnotize |
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The fit on the hip makes it worth the trip |
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Thsoe silky thighs they hypnotize |
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The slope of the curve hits the rawest nerve |
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You're messin' up my mind |
