Put Me in Your Pocket
Oh, I got a need,
my blood sugar's low,
I need you to bleed,
and fill me up full,
fill me up full...
Put me in your pocket,
put me in your,
put me in your pocket...
You addict me to greed,
and I'll take what you sell,
I don't want to be freed anymore,
'cause you feed me so well,
feed me so well...
Put me in your pocket,
put me in your,
put me in your pocket...
I'd like to go back,
Grandfather and I would play silly games,
we wouldn't keep score; he'd just give me the sweets,
is it too late for change?
Pocket change? For change?
Put me in your pocket,
pull me with your strings,
give it to me,
give me all your bright shiny things...
Put me in your pocket,
put me in your,
put me in your pocket...
© 2001 Words and Music by M. Murray/T. Roberts