[Intro]
No pants policy if you're dancing next to me

[Verse 1]
My hair is looking greasy, haven't washed it in days
But I'm still looking pretty in my faux fur beret
I'm spray tan, golden brown, bra with wires digging down
Hunting, trapping sugar boos, want your lotioned paws up on my hooves

[Pre-Chorus]
Don't be Rudy Judy
Don't be Sad Sam
Want your Chatty Cathy all up on my lady pants
I'm taking public transportation, taking lady vitamins
I'm taking any kind of loving as long as it doesn't end

[Chorus]
I got a no pants policy if you're dancing next to me
I got a no pants policy if you're dancing next to me
Keep playing the jams, keep playing the songs
I see your calves aren't surprised I had this rule authorized
No pants, no pants
No pants policy if you're dancing next to me

[Verse 2]
I got my blinders on, I can't see them watching us
But if they all get winky at you, I won't make them applesauce
Bring me your weak beats, bring me your slow jams
I'm not gonna get picky when you all start to understand