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One two |
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One two three |
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Hot pants, hey hot pants, no |
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Hot pants, smokin' that hot pants |
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That's where it's at |
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And that's where it's at |
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Take your fine self home |
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It looks much better than time |
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My fever keeps growin' |
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Girl you're blowin' my mind |
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Thinkin' of losin that funky feelin' don't |
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'Cause you got to use just what you got |
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To get just what you want, hey |
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Hot pants, hey, hot pants, smokin' |
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Hot pants, make ya sure of yourself, good Lord |
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You walk like you got the only lovin' left, hey |
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So brother, if you're thinkin' of losin' that feelin' |
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Then don't |
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'Cause a woman got to use what she got |
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To get just what she wants, hey |
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Hey hotpants a look a hot pants |
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Won't make ya dance |
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But as slick as you are you make the pants |
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Hey brother, do ya like it? |
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The girl over there, with the funky pants on |
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She can do the chicken all night long |
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The girl over there, with the hot pants on |
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She can do the funky broadway all night long |
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The girl over there, with the hot pants on |
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Fill the MacNasty all night long |
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Get down, the one over there with the mini dress |
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I ain't got time, I still dig that mess |
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Get down, but I like the hot pants |
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Hey, I like a hot pants |
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Ooh, bring it home |
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One more, hit me |
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Bring it home, bring it home |
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Bring it on home, bring it on home |
