I Will Be Your Pockets The Zutons

I will be your pockets
Built to hold all of your stuff
Your magazine, your vaseline
I'll hold your brand new powder buff

I will be the cigarette
That you smoke right down to the letters
And be flicked away and stamped on
Cause I knew I won't be better

I'll step to you with tiptoeing feet
(Careful how you go
Watch your step, tiptoe)
So I can hear your heart and never miss a beat

I will be your footstools
You go when you need a rest
I woulda walk the miles for you
Had a new hoof for your tread

If I were to be your teardrop
That would be an awful fate
But at least I'd get to touch you
As I roll on down your face

I'll step to you with tiptoeing feet
(Careful how you go
Watch your step, tiptoe)
So I can hear your heart and never miss a beat