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Jizz In My Pants (Cousin Cole House Edit)

Lock eyes from across the room

Down my drink while the rhythms boom

Take your hand and skip the names

No need here for the silly gamesMake 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 cryLeave this place, go back to yours

Our lips first touch outside your doors

A whole night what we've got in store

Whisper in my ear that you want some moreAnd I jizz 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 danceAnd now I jizz 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 that's a plus

Now I'll go home and changeI need a few things from the grocery

Do things alone now mostly

Left me heart-broken, not lookin' for love

Surprised in my eyes when I looked aboveThe checkout counter and I saw a 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 clean-up on Aisle 3

And now I'm posed in an awkward stanceBecause I jizzed in my pants

To be fair you were flirting a lot

Plus the way you bag cans got me bothered and hot

Please stop acting like you're not impressed

One more thing, I'm gonna pay by checkLast week I saw a film

As I recall it was a horror film

Walked outside into the rain

Checked my phone and saw you rangAnd I jizzed in my pants

Speeding down 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 pantsThe next day my alarm goes off

And I jizz in my pants

Open my window and a breeze rolls in

And I jizz in my pantsWhen 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 the, jizzed in my pants

(Okay, seriously you guys, can we? Okay?)I jizz right in my pants every time you're next to me

And when we're holding hands it's like having sex to me

You say I'm premature, I just call it ecstasy

I wear a rubber at all times, it's a necessity'Cause I jizz in my pants

(I jizz, yes, I jizz in my pants)

(Yes, I jizz in my pants, yes, I jizz in my pants)

Yes, I jizz in my pants

(I jizz, yes, I jizz in my pants)

yeah she makes me all the time I look on my facebook and I see her post a selfie and off course I jizz jizzz in my pants

Songwriters

Jorma Taccone;Akiva Schaffer;Andrew SambergPublished by

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