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 Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 3:42 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 4:10 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 4:14 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 4:31 pm
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 6:57 am
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 9:03 am
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 2:01 pm
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 2:25 pm
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Thanks for that. And now, for one of the most hilarious songs ever.
Lock eyes from across the room
Down my drink while the rhythms boom
Take your hands, skip the names
No need here for the silly games
Make our way through the smoke and crowd
The club is the sky and I'm on your cloud
Move in close as the lasers fly
Our bodies touch and the angels cry
Leave this place go back to yours
Our lips first touch outside your doors
The whole night what we've got in store
Whisper in my ear that you want some more
And I j**z in my pants
This really never happens you can take my word
I won't apologize
That's just absurd
Mainly your fault for the way that you dance
And now I j**z in my pants
Don't tell your friends or I'll say you're a slut
Plus it's your fault
You were rubbing my butt
I'm very sensitive
Some would say thats a plus
Now I'll go home and change
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 j**z in my pants
The next day
My alarm goes off
And I j**z in my pants
Open the window and a breeze rolls in
And I j**z 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?
I j**z right in my pants
Every time you're next to me
And when we're holdin hands
Its like havin sex with me
You say I'm premature
I just call it ectasy
I wear a rubber at all times
Its a necessity
Cuz I j**z in my pants
(I j**z in my pants, I j**z in my pants (x3))
Yes I j**z in my pants
(I j**z in my pants, I j**z in my pants)
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 2:32 pm
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 2:41 pm
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 2:57 pm
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