Your pants

I can't stand my pants so i take them off i can't stand your pants i going to take them off i'm feeling like a boss those skinnies getting tossed i don't need to pause or tell you hush your pants say enough they look like they are filled with all kinds of stuff like a cooler a computer hooters a toaster a cable box for my remote controller a toy box for my toy soldier a motor cycles of love and happiness and some crap i'll never get your pants are not all i get