Lyrics
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
