You know that time, it happens lots,so suddenly, it drives you nuts.
A casual glance, so happenstance,
your try to hide, your tented pants.
It's just not fair, I wasn't thinking,
it just appeared, my heart is sinking.
So can't they see? Don't they know?
My pants explode, it starts to grow.
I must sit down, and try to hide.
But what to do? I can't decide.
Perhaps if I just stare ahead,
and walk real fast and think of bed.
The nighttime comes, I'm all alone,
I think of him, oh damn it's grown.
That's it, I know, I'll think of dirt,
uh oh, I feel, a little squirt.
Oh damn, it's just..
it's just not fair!
'Please beam me up',
I'll disappear.
Picture is Justin Bieber, exposed, haha.
