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letra de sex pants - jessie ngaio

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[verse 1: ngaio, beryl 15]
i see you there with your s-xy genders
checkin’ me out in my hot suspenders
lookin at my “nice” shirt, shakin’ your hips
lookin’ down at my pants and l1ckin’ your lips

cut a hole in the crotch, let my cl-t hang loose
cut a gap in the back for my big caboose
you’re sweatin’ hard from the vibes i’m sendin’
i’m in my s-x pants (patent pending)

[chorus 1: ngaio]
s-x pants
that’s what i’m wearin’ thanks keep starin’ at my s-x pants
(they ain’t special effects pants)
s-x pants
there ain’t no clothin’ as exposin’ as my s-x pants
(not quite what you’d expects pants)

[verse 2: ngaio]
yeah i see you there, long island iced tea
in your hand as you stand there talkin’ to me
start climbin’ your neck while you’re still mid speech
mashin’ vag in your face like a ravenous leech

i’m a saucy, s-xy son of a mum
when my flaps fly free straight sprayin’ my c-m
and i slide across the floor on my slippery c-nt
like an amorous slug on a libidinous hunt
and yell “how many fists can my big -ss take?”
(two to three, two to three)
i said “how many fists can my big -ss take?”
(we already told you, two to three)

[chorus 2: ngaio]
s-x pants
that’s what i’m wearin’ thanks keep starin’ at my s-x pants
(now you can watch me flex pants)
s-x pants
there ain’t no clothin’ as exposin’ as my s-x pants
(n0body suspects pants)

[bridge: ngaio]
you don’t need those parts of the pants to dance x3
but i’m regretting these holes cause they let in the ants

[chorus 3: ngaio]
s-x pants
that’s what i’m wearin’ thanks keep starin’ at my s-x pants
(earnin’ some respects pants)
s-x pants
there ain’t no clothin’ as exposin’ as my s-x pants
(hope n0body objects pants)

[verse 3: ngaio]
now hold up here and check the facts
before you go take an axe to your favourite slacks
out in the club it’s just whistles and stares
chillin’ at home it’s just wreckin’ the chairs
on a cold winter night i do nothin’ but whinge
got a frost-bitten -n-s and an icicle minge
and though the situation’s more lose than win
i would never take ’em off cause they’re fused to my skin

[verse 4: nelson gardner]
sittin’ in the corner with my tonic and gin
see the girls, see the pants, see the holes, see the skin
struttin’ her stuff, lookin’ all obscene
shakin’ that -ss like it’s on caffeine
so i tear a little hole in my corduroy shorts
pull one nut out and-

[skit: ngaio]
hey. hey. who’s this pr-ck? get out. get out. rude. rude…

[chorus 4: ngaio]
s-x pants
i’m feelin’ awful and remorseful in my s-x pants
(women are not objects pants)
s-x pants
i keep regrettin’ ever gettin’ in my s-x pants
(i’m just a girl who wrecks pants)
s-x pants
i’m feelin’ anguish as i languish in my s-x pants
(remember malcolm x pants)
s-x pants
i went from jizzin’ to in prison in my s-x pants
(tyrannosaurus rex pants)

[outro: nelson gardner]
yo, yo, never forget
mount vesuvius 79ad
we love you

- jessie ngaio

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