| Lock eyes from across the room
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| Down my drink while the rhythms boom
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| Take your hand and skip the names
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| No need here for the silly games
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| Make our way through the smoke and crowd
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| The club is the sky and I’m on your cloud
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| Move in close as the lasers fly
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| Our bodies touch and the angels cry
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| Leave this place go back to yours
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| Our lips first touch outside your doors
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| The whole night what we’ve got in store
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| Whisper in my ear that you want some more
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| And I
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| Jizz in my pants
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| This really never happens you can take my word
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| I won’t apologise, that’s just absurd
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| Mainly your fault from the way that you dance
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| And now I
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| Jizz in my pants
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| Don’t tell your friends or I’ll say you’re a slut
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| Plus it’s your fault, you were rubbing my butt
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| I’m very sensitive, some would say that’s a plus
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| Now I’ll go home and change
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| I need a few things from the grocery
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| Do things alone now mostly
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| Left me heart-broken not lookin' for love
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| Surprise in my eyes when I looked above
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| The check-out counter and I saw a face
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| My heart stood still so did time and space
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| Never felt that I could feel real again
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| But the look in her eyes said I need a friend
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| She turned to me that’s when she said it
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| Looked me dead in the face, asked, «Cash or credit?»
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| And I
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| Jizzed in my pants
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| It’s perfectly normal, nothing wrong with me
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| But we’re going to need a clean up on aisle 3
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| And now I’m posed in an awkward stance because I
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| Jizzed in my pants
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| To be fair you were flirting a lot
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| Plus the way you bag cans got me bothered and hot
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| Please stop acting like you’re not impressed
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| One more thing, I’m gonna pay by check
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| Last week I saw a film
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| As I recall it was a horror film
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| Walked outside into the rain
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| Checked my phone and saw you rang and I
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| Jizzed in my pants
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| Speeding down the street when the red lights flash
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| Need to get away need to make a dash
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| A song comes on that reminds me of you and I
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| Jizz in my pants
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| The next day my alarm goes off and I
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| Jizz in my pants
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| Open my window and a breeze rolls in and I
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| Jizz in my pants
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| When Bruce Willis was dead at the end of Sixth Sense I
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| Jizzed in my pants
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| I just ate a grape and I
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| Jizzed in my pants
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| I went
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| Jizzed in my pants
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| OK, seriously you guys can we, OK?
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| I jizz right in my pants every time you’re next to me
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| And when we’re holding hands it’s like having sex to me
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| You say I’m premature I just call it ecstasy
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| I wear a rubber at all times it’s a necessity
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| 'Cause I
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| Jizz in my pants
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| (I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants, yes I jizz in my pants,
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| yes I jizz in my pants)
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| Yes I jizz in my pants
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| (I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants) |