Underwear

New girl, hot girl on the new job
New boss, mr moore, he’s a real snob
High heels, long legs, tight skirt, great skin
Inducing thoughts of sin

Involuntary action
His primitive satisfaction
Gets down, lays down, she goes

Tell me mr moore, what are doing on the floor?

I can see your underwear from down here
I can see your underwear from down here
I’m not even gonna lie
Baby this I can’t deny
I can see your underwear from down here!

Mr moore feels bad when the day ends
Ask her out, not a date, just to make amends
Apology accepted, fancy dinner, fancy place
The waiter mr gable
Sneaks in under the table
To find he’s not alone

Tell me mr moore, why everyone is on the floor?

We can see your underwear from down here
We can see your underwear from down here
We’re not even gonna lie
Baby this we’re can’t deny

I can see your underwear from down here
I can see your underwear from down here
I’m not even gonna lie
Baby this I can’t deny

We can see your underwear from down here
We can see your underwear from down here
We’re not even gonna lie
Baby this we’re can’t deny!

I can see your underwear