Pony Pants - OMG lyrics

ten thirty, god i hate the morning
quarter to eleven, god this job's so fuckin' boring

can't stand it, grab the bathroom key
quick, lock the door and check it three times
alone at last

seat down, pants down, legs open wide
hands thrust down inside
deep, deep inside

oh my god, oh my god
oh, (oh!), oh
oh my god

oh my god, oh my god
oh, (oh! oh!)
oh my god