I wish I could forget my panties.

That's a wonderful side effect of leather pants: when you pee yourself in them, they're more forgiving than jeans.

I forgive the tears I was made to shed,

Shit my pants, see how long it takes them to notice.

Forgive yourself.

I am much inclined to live from my rucksack, and let my trousers fray as they like.

Jack: [poking his head through the stage curtains] Bob, will you please give me my pants back?

My podium is a little narrow, but I guess that's okay since I remembered to wear pants.

Forgive me, baby, for what I didn't do.

My belt holds up my pants and my pants have belt loops that hold up the belt. What the fuck’s really goin on down there? Who is the real hero?

Forgive them if you need to,

I forgive the stillborn hopes,

You never know what you will find in your pants!

If you are safe and your pant is not safe, my sister you are not safe o. Please get peg hangers, dry your pants in your bathroom (not close to your windows abeg o) Don’t just dispose ur old pants anyhow, cut them into shreds (focus on the underlay part), or better still burn them out completely.