Chromeo performs Jealous (I Ain’t With It) on Jimmy Kimmel Live
Is my cock exquisite? ‘Cause I think it’s fucking exquisite. I think it’s a fucking work of art… like a Renoir, or a Picasso. The painting of my cock should hang at the Louvre. They should study my cock in art classes, spend whole courses studying the splendid contours of its exquisiteness. They should also study my cock in science class ‘cause it defies nature. My cock is hard, it’s metal, it’s steel, it’s titanium, it does not break, it does not weaken. My cock can stand all day like a good soldier trained to impress his superiors. If my cock could win a medal, it would. If they could name a school after it, it should. If it could save small Somali children from starving, it would, and should, and win a Nobel-fucking Peace Prize for it (the first such prize ever given to a cock). My Nobel Prize-winning cock’s like a cheetah… sleek and dangerous and deadly… sonnets should be written about how dangerous my cheetah cock is. Poems, plays—wars should be won over it. Kingdoms fallen because of it. My cock is lightning, it is fire, it is a volcano brewing with the sacred semen, lava!