In My Pockets
· 2:20 · 47 plays · v2.2
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· 2:20 · 47 plays · v2.2
jazz girl gone bad
Chorus
I’m just a girl with my hands in my pockets
Sippin’ slow, acting cool while I watch him
Gloss on my smile, hiding every regret
Playin’ hard, but I’m tumbling, can’t let him know yet
Post-Chorus
Ooh, don’t let it show
Ooh, he can’t know
Verse 2
Counting footprints on midnight city tile
Laugh when he trips, I’m burning all the while
He’s close enough to taste, but I swerve, I deflect
You can’t lose what you never let yourself get
Pre-Chorus
He’s got his rhythm, I got these blues
Satin on my skin, secrets in my shoes
One glance away, but I freeze, not confess
Letting my laughter cover up my yes
Chorus
I’m just a girl with my hands in my pockets
Sippin’ slow, acting cool while I watch him
Gloss on my smile, hiding every regret
Playin’ hard, but I’m tumbling, can’t let him know yet
Post-Chorus
Ooh, don’t let it show
Ooh, he can’t know
Bridge
Shadows leaning in, his voice in the air
Pulse on my wrist says I’m caught, but I swear
Red lips, black thoughts, cool breath on my neck
Sayin’ maybe I’m tough, but I’m always a wreck
Outro
Streetlights flicker over secrets we keep
Someone’s waiting, but I won’t fall deep
Silent as thunder, I play like I forget
Step out the door, but I’m loving him yet
Post-Chorus
Ooh, don’t let it show
Ooh, he can’t know
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