in my jeans Info
Lyrics
I got ants in my pants, and they’re biting your name
and the name that they’re biting is under my jeans
I’m coming apart at the seams
as I’m scratching, and calamine can’t soothe the pain in my heart.
It’s starting to feel like a part of me’s crawling out
falling for you in my jeans.
We’re dressed up in sheets and we’re carving a pumpkin
and as the seeds fall they might spell out your name
I’m fading away just the same
as I whisper, and as my bones rattle they can’t stop my heart.
It’s starting to feel like a part of me’s flying out
signing the moon with our names.
Story
a pop song filled with childish glee, puppy love and picnics.
another song (as was “Waiting For a Girl”) whose lyrics were written as semi-flirtatious strangely-rhyming email with a then-resident of Washington D.C., one Jean Carter (thus the song title).