Where'd You Get Those Pants

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Where'd you get those pants? Grabbin' flesh and moaning like a Buddhist chant The friction of a polyester rubbing butt Your pedal pushers pumping, I can't get enough Hip hugging puts me in a trance Oh, where'd you get those pants? Lord have mercy! Where'd you get those pants? Like honey sticking to a jar attracting ants It makes me celebrate when your chocolate shakes So gimme double chili cheese and bacon cake And throw me in a side of romance Girl, where'd you get those pants? Hey foxy lady! This shiny silver sweaty shirt stuck to my skin Reveals the hot and helpless hungry state I'm in You give my brand new pants a brand new happy fit And you really got me moving So let me get you grooving Where'd you get those pants Let's hit the parking lot for a second glance In the back seat of my Cadillac, let's take a chance Them bitchy britches look so dope Hitting switches, hopping ditches, let's lose control Where'd you get those pants? I can dig it (I can dig it) Yea alright! (I can dig it) Woo, c'mon girl! (I can dig it) Oh damn... (Yea man!) ...camera flash (Yea man!) And those Spandex (Rated X!) Making me erect Oh, those daisy dukes The way they ridin' up your booty Make an old man just get up and dance And take all his Viagra The fit on the hip makes my backbone slip The slope of the curve hits the rawest nerve Those silky thighs they hypnotize Messing up my mind