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Artiste : Carrie Underwood
Titre : Stretchy Pants
Time to celebrate the season, haven´t eaten all day
My, my tummy is growling ´cause I´ve been saving up space
I´ve got my place at the table, can´t fit no more on my plate

I´ve got my fork in my hand, ready to stuff my face

So bring on the turkey, potatoes, casserole dishes (Oh)
´Cause I ain´t messing around with them buttoned up britches (No, no)
You got them skinny jeans on, girl, I feel sorry for you (For you)
´Cause I just tried everything, and I´m going back for round two

I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy pants)
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy, strеtchy)
Spandex and Lycra, you better work it for mе
´Cause I´m about to expand this band of elasticity
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy pants)

I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy, stretchy)

Ask me where I got ´em, Amazon at my door
And if I wear this pair out, I´m gonna buy me some more
I got leftovers waiting in the fridge for repeating
Give me a nap and an hour, you know they gonna get eaten

So bring on the turkey, potatoes, casserole dishes
´Cause I ain´t messing around with them buttoned up britches
Can´t get my skinny jeans on, but don´t feel sorry for me
´Cause I just tried everything, and I´m going back for round three

I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy pants)
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy, stretchy)
Hey, Spandex and Lycra, you better work it for me
´Cause I´m about to expand this band of elasticity
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy pants)
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy, stretchy)

Fruitcake (I´ll try it)
Ambrosia (I´ll try it)
Aunt Bertha´s ´nana pudding with a cherry on top
Cookies (I´ll have some)
Oh, Gingerbread (Leave no crumbs)
Guzzle down some egg nog even though I´m ´bout to pop
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy pants)
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy, stretchy)

So bring on the turkey, potatoes, casserole dishes
´Cause I ain´t messing around with them buttoned up britches
And when you think that I´m done, and I´m laid out on the floor
No, no, no, don´t let me fool ya, I got some room for some more

With my stretchy pants on (Stretchy pants)
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy, stretchy)
Oh, oh, oh, my stretchy pants on (I got my stretchy pants)
Mmm, I got my stretchy pants on, y´all (Stretchy, stretchy)

Santa ain´t got nothing on me