Paroles de 'Keep Me In Your Pocket' par Charlotte Martin

Sharp move
It's funny how the intuition stabs you
I'm headfirst diving off the plank
Good morning
I'm green and mean and have a thousand eyes

One small
Thin line is easy to erase all
I'm crossing over Jordan with the
Lights off
You better lock the door and not think twice

Push me deep into your English Channel
Your palm sweat
It isn't all that I can handle
I love you
We have an understanding, natural
Please baby-by
Keep me in your pocket

(Don't let the stone into the eye
Grabbing my flesh
Miss it, you're mine
Don't let the stone into the eye
Grabbing my flesh
Miss it, you're mine
Yeah)

All bets off
You kept your bitches in my
Sweet spot (sweet, sweet spot)
Well I got dibs and stitches
So I feel hot (so we feel hot)
You burn those Hallmark cards
And keep my words

I want, wanna be your cigarette
I want, wanna be your blackjack best
I want, wanna be your sweater
It won't make us feel much better

(Don't let the stone into the eye
Grabbing my flesh
Don't let the stone into the eye
Grabbing my flesh
Don't let the stone into the eye
Grabbing my flesh
Don't let the stone into the eye
Grabbing my flesh
Yeah)

Sink your
Teeth into the taste of me and
Squeeze hard
'Til you can feel me splitting and you
Want more
You I want you, know I wanted more

Push me deep into your English Channel
Your palm sweat (sweet, sweet spot)
It isn't all that I can handle
I love you (so we feel hot)
We have an understanding, natural (sweet, sweet)
Please baby (baby baby)

I want, wanna be your cigarette
I want, wanna be your blackjack best
I want, wanna be your sweater
It won't make us feel much better

(Don't let the stone into the eye
Grabbing my flesh
Don't let the stone into the eye
Grabbing my flesh
Don't let the stone into the eye
Grabbing my flesh
Don't let the stone into the eye
Grabbing my flesh
Yeah)