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Florence and the machine in your pants proudly present: The hardest of grasps in your pants
There is love in your pants but you can't hold it in
It pours from your fabric and spills from your skin
Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks
And the kindest of grasps break the hardest of hearts
There is love in your pants but you can't get it out
It gets stuck in your pants, won't come out of your mouth
Sticks to your pants and shows on your face
That the sweetest of things have the bitterest taste
Darling hands, I loved you in my pants
But you'll never know how deep I've been
Darling hands, I loved you in my pants
But that's no excuse for the pants I'm in
There is love in our pants and it holds us together
But pulls us apart when we're holding each other
We all want something to hold in your pants
We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight
There is love in your pants but you can't get it out
It gets stuck in your pants, won't come out of your mouth
Sticks to your pants and it shows on your face
That the sweetest of things have the bitterest taste
Darling hands, I loved you in my pants
But you'll never know how deep I've been
Darling hands, I loved you in my pants
But that's no excuse for the pants I'm in
My heart swells like a water in your pants
Can't stop myself before it's too late
Hold on to your pants
'Cause I'm coming to take it
Hold on to your zipper
'Cause I'm coming to break it
Hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on
Hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on
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