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“This saucy little number just hopped into my "𝒪𝑜𝑜𝓅𝓈! 💋" playlist ~ full of cheeky tunes to make you blush, dance, and maybe get into a little trouble. Come play… if you dare.”

"Too Hot for Charts, Too Cool to Care."

All characters, lyrics, performances and gloriously filthy nonsense are original creations of @kinkypanda.

Witchy and Itchy are entirely fictional – no resemblance to actual saucy vixens (unless you count coincidence and tequila).

Any unauthorised use, copying, or knicker-thieving will result in a spell, a glitter bomb and possibly public spanking.

Stay cheeky. Stay original. 😈💋

Your mirror’s steamed, you’ve been in there an hour

Hair gel, toner, face mist ... power

Jeans so tight, you squeak when you walk

Lipgloss lips, baby, less talk

You flexed so hard you missed my texts

While I was busy breakin’ family sex

You love your look, your abs, your spray

But guess who came to play today?

Oops… c’était ta sœur!

I got bored, so I made her purr

She wore your tee, and nothin’ more

Je suis désolée… (Not really though.)

Oops… c’était ta sœur!

Now she’s got glitter on her floor

You looked in the mirror, I looked in her eyes

Mon dieu, what a pretty surprise

Glitter everywhere, darling. Even your shampoo's jealous

She said you took forever just to pick a shirt

While I was playin’ under her mini skirt

You moisturize with five-step care

But we just tangled up your underwear

He uses more products than L’Oréal, babes!

L'Oréal ain’t gonna save your pride

Your sister said I ride better than you drive

Sorry baby, but your skin can’t glow

Like her hands on me down below

Oops… c’était ta sœur!

She kissed my neck, I called her sir

You ironed jeans? She tore my lace

She licked my gloss right off my face

Oops… c’était ta sœur!

She scratched my name, encore encore

Tell your mama we’re both divine

But her daughter’s got the better… time

Mon amour… tu veux savoir la vérité?

It wasn’t the hair…

It wasn’t the creams…

It’s just that she… screamed better.

You posed in the mirror for thirty damn minutes

While she was behind me ... gettin’ all in it

Your perfect pout can’t fix this mess

You just got dumped by your own princess

Go on, pretty boy ..., reapply that lip balm.

Oops… c’était ta sœur!

We made out on your gym shirt

You curled your hair, we curled her toes

Now she’s got glitter… where it glows

Oops… c’était ta sœur!

And now she’s wearin’ my tour merch

Don’t cry, baby, go fix your face

Your sister’s got much better taste

Pretty boy, pretty slow…

Maybe next time, leave the mirror ... and bring your sister.