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FLock eyes from across the rGoom
AmDown my drink while the rhythms boom
FTake your hands, skip the nGames
AmNo need here for the silly games
FMake our way through the smGoke and crowd
AmThe club is the sky and I'm on your cloud
FMove in close as theG lasers fly
AmOur bodies touch and the angels cry
FLeave this place go baGck to yours
AmOur lips first touch outside your doors
FThe whole night what we've goGt in store
AmWhisper in my ear that you want some more
FAnd I jizz in my pants G
FThis really never happens you Gcan take my word
AmI won't apologize, that's just absurd
FMainly your fault for the way tGhat you dance
AmAnd now I jizz in my pants
FDon't tell your friends or I'll Gsay you're a slut
AmPlus it's your fault, you were rubbing my butt
FI'm very sensitive , some would say thats a plus
AmNow I'll go home and change
(carry on with this rythem)
I need a few things from the grocery
Do things alone now mostly
Left me heartbroken, not lookin' for love
Surprise in my eyes when I looked above
The checkout counter and I saw her face
My heart stood still so did time and space
Never thought that I could feel real again
But the look in her eyes said I need a friend
She turned to me that's when she said it
Looked me dead in the face, asked cash or credit
And I jizzed in my pants
It's perfectly normal
Nothing wrong with me
But we're going to need a cleanup
On aisle 3
And now I'm posed in an awkward stance
Because I jizzed in my pants
To be fair
You were flirting a lot
Plus the way you bag cans makes me
Bothered and hot
Please stop acting like you're not impressed
One more thing
I'm gonna pay by check
Last week, I saw a film
As I recall it was a horror film
Walked outside into the rain
Checked my phone and saw you rang
And I jizzed in my pants
Speeding in the street, when the red lights flash
Need to get away, need to make a dash
A song comes on that reminds me of you
And I jizz in my pants
The next day
My alarm goes off
And I jizz in my pants
Open the window and a breeze rolls in
And I jizz in my pants
When Bruce Willis was dead at the end of Sixth Sense
I jizzed in my pants
I just ate a grape
And I jizzed in my pants
I went to. . .
Ok seriously you guys, can we. . . . ok?
FI jizz right in my pGants
AmEvery time you're next to me
FAnd when we're holdinG hands
AmIts like havin sex with me
FYou say I'm premature G
AmI just call it ectasy
FI wear a rubber at allG times
AmIts a necessity
FCuz I jizz in my pants G
Am(I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants (x3))
FYes I jizz in my pants G
Am(I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants)
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