Stretchy Pants Carrie Underwood
Tekst piosenki i chwyty na gitarę
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[1] Chwyty na gitarę
|Intro|
|Verse 1|
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
'Cause I ain't messing around with them buttoned up britches
You got them skinny jeans on, girl, I feel sorry for you
'Cause I just tried everything, and I'm going back for round 2
|Chorus|
I got my stretchy
I got my stretchy
Spandex and
'Cause I'm about t
I got my stretchy
I got my stretchy
|Verse 2|
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
'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 3
|Chorus|
I got my stretchy
I got my stretchy
Spandex and
'Cause I'm about t
I got my stretchy
I got my stretchy
|Bridge|
Gmbrosia, 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
|Chorus|
I got my stretchy
I got my stretchy
So brin
'Cause I ain't mess
And when you think
No no no don't let
With my stretchy
I got my stretchy
Oh oh oh...my str
Mmm I got my stre
c|Verse 1|
cTime to celebrate the season, haven't eaten all dayMy 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
'Cause I ain't messing around with them buttoned up britches
You got them skinny jeans on, girl, I feel sorry for you
'Cause I just tried everything, and I'm going back for round 2
|Chorus|
I got my stretchy
c pants on (stretFchy paGnts) c I got my stretchy
c pants on (stretFchy, sGtretchy) c Spandex and
c Lycra, youF better work it for mGe c 'Cause I'm about t
co expand this bandF of elasticity G c I got my stretchy
c pants on (stretFchy paGnts) c I got my stretchy
c pants on (stretFchy, sGtretchy) c |Verse 2|
cAsk me where I got 'em, Amazon at my doorAnd 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
G c cSo 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 3
G c |Chorus|
I got my stretchy
c pants on (stretFchy paGnts) c I got my stretchy
c pants on (stretFchy, sGtretchy) c Spandex and
c Lycra, youF better work it for mGe c 'Cause I'm about t
co expand this bandF of elasticity G c I got my stretchy
c pants on (stretFchy paGnts) c I got my stretchy
c pants on (stretFchy, sGtretchy) c |Bridge|
cFruitcake, I'll try itGmbrosia, 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
|Chorus|
I got my stretchy
c pants on (stretFchy paGnts) c I got my stretchy
c pants on (stretFchy, sGtretchy) c So brin
cg on the turkey, pFotatoes, casGserole dishes c 'Cause I ain't mess
cing around with tFhem buttoned up Gbritches c And when you think
cthat I'm done, anFd I'm laid out oGn the floor c No no no don't let
cme fool ya, I gotF some room for somGe more c With my stretchy
cpants on (stretcFhy panGts) c I got my stretchy
c pants on (stretFchy, sGtretchy) c Oh oh oh...my str
cetchy pants on (FstretcGhy pants)c Mmm I got my stre
ctchy pants on yaF'll (sGtretchy, cstretchy)cSanta ain't got nothing on me


