Lyrics:
want to know
Your pocket holds a secret
I really want to know
What's inside?
What's inside your breast pocket?
What's inside your breast pocket?
What's
Teeth spilling from her nostrils
Her handle inflated to fill my hand just so
And in her breast pocket she wore
A fish named Angelo
Of which I have
her breast pocket she wore
A fish named Angelo
Of which I have the duplicate
and suave gentlemanly bearing
A little flat tin case is all you need
Breast-pocket conversation opener
And one of those ciggie lighters that look rather
they killed 'em in a shoot out
Five miles down the road
They found that note paper
In her breast pocket
Thought it was somethin' written in code
his favorite pages
And stuff 'em into his breast pockets
The moon, to him, was a stranger
Now he sits down at a table
Right next to the window
out his favorite pages
And stuff them into his breast pocket
And the moon to him was a stranger
Now he sits down at the table
Right next
You resent all of your trophies
They belittle human spirit like a timepiece
That is ticking in your breast pocket
And so you long to reach in
pocket e
I say that money for the Rolls Royce
Make e dey for my breast pocket e
Lord that billions I dey pray for
Make e dey for my left pocket e
I say
saved by a packet of
nineteen cigarettes carried in my left breast pocket, for a closest friend.
A sleeping bag on the floor twists hips like buffalo
to exercise
But if I had hazel eyes
Maybe I could be fly.
If I had no cellulite
Big breasts and pockets real wide
Then maybe I
Maybe I, I,
I could be so fly.
Found at the flea market
And pinned to your breast pocket
In gothic type, black on white
Taken hostage by the zeitgeist
With your name on the by-line
They've seen a breast pocket Bible
Breast pocket flask caused revival
They've seen the backbones of Zimbabwe
The lack thereof on big jet planes
Smiling for
to say,"l miss them already".
Slocks removed a fountain pen from his breast pocket,
Drove it deep into slovit's throat and began screeching
"death
Dusty trails
Jezabel's singing about heads and tails
Breast pocket full of useless words
I made a promise I would prove my worth
I gotta work,
moth-eaten suit from so long ago
And in the left breast pocket there is a flask
And it's contents have two specific tasks
To make your memory go away
And give
My old coat
Has such great memory
It reminds me
Of my past
Bloodstains on the breast pocket
Marlboro Golds in the left
How many days was I walkin'
through the window sash
He had a forty four pistol and a bag of cash
And she was foldin' some kinda pretty note paper into her breast pocket
What some
You've got your bare feet on the dashboard
I'm running out of solid ground
She keeps a picture in her left breast pocket
In case he comes back
Oh
in line at the shooting booths,
Maybe you'd buy me an ice cream cone.
But if you look you'll see my initials stitched inside your left breast
bodies
And I heard cryin' God for mercy, Lord
Looked my breast pocket, found a torn photo of you
And I did pass into a lonesome tune
Oh, and where have
In your right breast pocket
I contest there's nothing keep you alive
In my left front pocket, I hold the key
to everything between you and me
I've
Right under his nose, carrying Paddy's phone fully charged and on do not disturb for over
Two years in his shirt's breast pocket as a form
No You Never say No
No You Never say No
No You Never say No
No You Never say No
Two joints in my breast pocket, a bag of white
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