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• Artiste: Benjy Davis Project (The)
• Titre: Check Your Pockets
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I saw her back in grade school She was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen And talking made me sound like a damn fool Hadn't quite kicked that st, st, stuttering So, I gave up on the whole thing Thinking of a way, praying for the day Hoping that the stars would align And someday she'd be mine Well, high school finally rolled around And so did my chance I just kept my distance until one hot minute When I asked her to go to the dance, hey She said yes and when the night was over I had it in my hand That picture we took with my arms wrapped around her By the gym concession stand Before that night was over I wrote a couple words First chance I got I snuck that picture in her purse And it said, "Hold me, fold me Slip me in the pocket of your favorite, old blue jeans Ball me up and spin me clean Leave me outside in the sunshine, honey Roll me, lose me Underneath a pile of your new things Forget you ever knew me Then, check your pocket someday and find me again" Whoa Whoa Well, she went off to college And I went off to do my thing I was hanging out late one night Drinking pitchers with some friends at the Kitchen Sink, yeah I had to rub my eyes and look again Just to be sure That girl I knew damn came back a woman And she's walking through that door Before we left, she pulled a napkin from her shirt It had her number written on it, underneath the words And it said, "Hold me, fold me Slip me in the pocket of your favorite, old blue jeans Ball me up and spin me clean Leave me outside in the sunshine, honey Roll me, lose me Underneath a pile of your new things Forget you ever knew me Then, check your pocket someday and find me again" Hey... And it said, "Hold me, fold me Slip me in the pocket of your favorite, old blue jeans Ball me up and spin me clean Leave me outside in the sunshine, honey Roll me, lose me Underneath a pile of your new things Forget you ever knew me Then, check your pocket, find me again" It said, "Hold me, fold me Slip me in the pocket of your favorite, old blue jeans Ball me up and spin me clean Leave me outside in the sunshine, honey Roll me, lose me Underneath a pile of your new things Forget you ever knew me Then, check your pocket, someday Cause I'll be there (Hold me, fold me) I'll be there I'll be there, ow Cause I'll be there (Roll me, lose me) I'll be there, ooo (Underneath a pile of your new things Forget you ever knew me) Hey, hey (Hold me, fold me Slip me in the pocket of your favorite old blue jeans...)