Ants in My Pants

Stress can breed a psychopath
 You're all that calms me down
 I forget that I'm a mess when you're around
 Please can you be home tonight
 Say its not over yet
 My human tranquilizer
 My pretty percocet
 I just want to chill with you tonight, girl
 I wish that I could chill with you tonight
 Stop the worries that keep forming in my head
 I've got ants in my pants unless its you in them instead
 Oh baby I was a faker before you
 Tomorrow brings a busy day
 Its overstuffed with time
 I need to hear you breathing on the line
 And you can be closed minded
 If you have open arms
 Why can't I ever work my wily charms on you?
 And you still weren't home when I dialed up the phone in the evening
 So I'm twiddling thumbs and I'm wondering what's this I'm feeling
 I may be strong below the belt
 But not with what I thought and felt
 That blissful knight I knelt
 Between your legs
 Between our heads
 Between our hearts
 I was a faker before you.