Keep Me In Your Pocket Lyrics - Charlotte Martin

Sharp move. 

It's funny how the intuition stabs you 

I'm head-first 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 understatement-natural. 

Please baby-bee, 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 and 

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 feel much better 

Sink your 

Teeth into the taste of me and 

Squeeze hard 

Till you can feel me splitting and you 

Want more 

You know I want 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. We have an understanding--natural. 

Please baby keep me in your pocket 

I want wanna be your cigarette 

I want wanna be your blackjack best 

I want wanna be you sweater 

It won't make this feel much better