Charlotte Martin
Charlotte Martin - Keep Me In Your Pocket songtekst
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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 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, it is an understatement natural Please baby, keep, keep me in your pocket All bets off, you kept your bitches in my sweet spot And I got dibs and stitches, so I feel hot You burn those hallmark cards but keep my words I want, wanna be your cigarette I want, wanna be your black jack best I want, wanna be your sweater It won't make this seem much better Sink your teeth into the taste of me and squeeze hard 'Til you can feel me splitting and you want more And I want more, you know I want it more Push me deep into your English Channel Your palm sweat, it isn't all that I can handle I love you, it is an understatement natural Please baby, keep me in your pocket I want, wanna be your cigarette I want, wanna be your blackjack best And I want, wanna be your sweater It won't make this seem much better