Prompt: A song about seth who shit his pants at work, flamenco pop, trap, urban crossover, english male and female vocalists
Lyrics
Folks are whispering (stage fright) In the corner where the shadows crawl Seth's face turns white (midflight) As whispers turn into a squall [Verse 2: Female, Male] His secret's ours, a tale we'll gently sway On this dance floor of chance Oh Seth, in the light (broke free) Embarrassed under the fluorescent glow He tries to deny (not me) But murmurs, they rise like a crow [Verso 3: Female, Male] I see him, he's mine 'til the fall of day Time's slipping like sand [bridge] [Chorus x3] Ooh! Poor Seth shit his pants!