J*** In My Pants

	  		

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Lock eyes from across the room 
Am 
Down my drink while the rhythms boom 
F                          G 
Take your hands, skip the names 
Am 
No need here for the silly games 
F                          G 
Make our way through the smoke and crowd 
Am 
The club is the sky and I'm on your cloud 
F                   G 
Move in close as the lasers fly 
Am 
Our bodies touch and the angels cry 

F                     G 
Leave this place go back to yours 
Am 
Our lips first touch outside your doors 
F                            G 
The whole night what we've got in store 
Am 
Whisper in my ear that you want some more 
F                             G 
And I jizz in my pants 

F                             G 
This really never happens you can take my word 
Am 
I won't apologize, that's just absurd 
F                              G 
Mainly your fault for the way that you dance 
Am 
And now I jizz in my pants 
F                               G 
Don't tell your friends or I'll say you're a slut 
Am 
Plus it's your fault, you were rubbing my butt 
F 
I'm very sensitive , some would say thats a plus 

Am 
Now 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? 

 
F                   G 
I jizz right in my pants 
Am 
Every time you're next to me 
F                    G 
And when we're holdin hands 
Am 
Its like havin sex with me 
F                     G 
You say I'm premature 
Am 
I just call it ectasy 
F                     G 
I wear a rubber at all times 
Am 
Its a necessity 
F                      G 
Cuz I jizz in my pants 
Am 
(I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants (x3)) 
F                       G 
Yes I jizz in my pants 
Am 
(I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants)