Do you wanna be my love, my sight, my heart and my eyes
My world, my pride, my stars in my skies?
I am looking for a queen who's more than gorgeous on a movie screen
I am looking for the covergirl of dignified beauty magazine

I want dimples and simple symbols and she's sweet
Wrinkles her nose, expose what I mean
I am looking for a four-course meal that isn't based in base desire
I am looking for a lady who knows the soul is more than an appetizer, oh

Just one more thing, yeah, oh
Just one more thing, oh no

Do we fit in the pocket, can we fit sit back in the pocket
When the dreams and the drums start rocking?
Can we dance with our knees not knocking, knocking?
No, see I, I want a lady I can put stock in
I want a bass and backbeat to lock in
I wanna know real love's not forgotten, not forgotten

I want a teacher who's eager to speak her mind
Delicate features, sweet with her tongue so kind
I am looking for the markers that say "permanent" so we can share
I am looking for a love that's still alive and well in rocking chairs
I want faithful, and stable, able, oh
Beauty that moves me, improves my soul

I am looking for a shining light who likes to fight and persevere
I am looking for a lady who wants to make me part of her atmosphere and, oh

Just one more thing, oh
Just one more thing, oh no

Do we fit in the pocket, can we fit sit back in the pocket
When the dreams and the drums start rocking?
Can we dance with our knees not knocking, knocking?
No, see I, I want a lady I can put stock in
I want a bass and backbeat to lock in
I want to know real love's not forgotten, not forgotten

See, all I need to know is 
All I need to know is 
All I need to know is 

Are you clear on who you are?
Do you love it?
When this world starts getting hard
Rise above it, rise above it

In the pocket
Can we fix it back in the pocket
When the dreams and the drums start rocking?
Can we dance with our knees not knocking, knocking?
No, see I, I want a lady I can put stock in
I want a base and backbeat to lock in
I wanna know real love's not forgotten, not forgotten

I said the pocket
Can we fit sit back in the pocket
When the dreams and the drums start rocking?
Can we dance with our knees not knocking, knocking?
No, see I, I want a lady I can put stock in
I want a base and backbeat to lock in
I want to know real love's not forgotten, not forgotten

Sing it out