I Type in BLOGGER Hurriedly/Check to Make Sure No One Else Can See/Press “Publish Post” Stealthily/And I…

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 games

Make our way through the smoke and crowd
The Clubs 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 and go back to yours
Our lips first touch outside your door
The whole night what we got in store
Whisper in my ear that you want some more

And I

Jizz in my pants …

I need a few things from the grocery
Do things alone now most-ily
Left me heartbroke, not looking for love
Surprise in my eyes when I looked above

The checkout counter when 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
Oh, we're going to need a clean up on Aisle Three

Now, I'm posed in an awful dance
because 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 going to pay by check. …

Bruce Willis was dead at the end of Sixth Sense. I

Jizzed in my pants…

I hear words like “most-ily” and I

Jizz in my pants

Or I would if I wore pants when I blogged.