Keep Me In Your Pocket Charlotte Martin

[Verse 1]
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 ey-ey-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

[Chorus]
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-by, keep me in your pocket

[Post-Chorus]
Don't let the stone into the eye
Grabbing my flesh
Miss it, you're mine
Don't let the stone into the eye
Grabbing my flesh
Miss it, you're mine
Yeah

[Verse 2]
All bets off
You kept your bitches in my sweet spot
(Sweet, sweet spot)
And I got dibs and stitches so I feel hot
(So we feel hot)
You burn those hallmark cards, but keep my words