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 you 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 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 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 can't deny

I can see your underwear