So the other day,
I tried to type something on the laptop that my friend was using
and she didn't want me to. She pulled my hand back and I
tried to pull her arm away with my other hand and we ended up
fighting with our arms all twisted over the keyboard and neither
of us could type.
Or so she thought.
Then I started typing
WITH MY NOSE.
~PSY
I NEVER SAW PANTS LIKE YOURS BEFORE.
IF I WERE IN HAWAII, I WOULD HAVE 4.
LOVING YOU AND YOUR PANTS MAKES ME
EXISTENTIAL!
HOW DO YOU GET INTO THOSE PANTS OF YOURS?
YOUR PANTS ARE SNUG AND TIGHT.
YOUR FACE ISN'T.
WHEN YOU HAVE PANTS LIKE YOURS, YOU'RE IN
LOVE.
LEFT. RIGHT. MIDDLE. SIDE. IT'S ALL THE WAY. ...
WHEN YOU LOOK AT MY PANTS LIKE I LOOK
AT YOUR PANTS, I LOVE YOUR
PANTS.
P! A! N! T! S! A? YOUR...
PANTSA!
THOSE ARE LYRICS, PEOPLE.