I have pants, they make me dance, With every move they enhance, But these are yours, I can't deny, I'll return them, don't you cry. They fit so well, they're hard to let go, But they belong to you, that I know, You left them behind, last night it seems, In my apartment, in my wildest dreams. I can't help but feel a little sad, Without those pants, I feel quite mad, But I'll give them back, without a fuss, Because they're yours, and not for us.