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 It 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