Just feel so small
Like everything is my fault
Like I used up my last call
Need somebody like you
With the right tools
That understands me like blues
Just want you and that's all
Got me feeling like, ooh
Baby, I'm your plaything
We want the same thing
Pick up all my pieces
And then after you remake me
Put me in your pocket and run
Nobody knows me better under the sun
Put me in your pocket and run
Nobody knows me better under the sun
Even if you break me
You can use your hands to break me
Even more until I fit in your mold
Ooh, even if you break all the rules
I'd rather be with you in jail than freezing out here alone
In the cold
Baby, I'm your plaything
We want the same thing
Pick up all my pieces
And then after you remake me
Put me in your pocket and run
Nobody knows me better under the sun
Put me in your pocket and run
Nobody knows me better under the sun (sun, sun, sun)
Put me in your pocket and run
Put me back together
Do it however
Might even be better
Might be forever
Put me back together
Do do it however
Might even be better
Might be forever
Put me in your pocket and run
Nobody knows me better under the sun
Put me in your pocket and run
Nobody knows me better under the sun (sun, sun, sun)
Whoa, whoa
Put me in your pocket and run
Pocket Video (MV)
Performed By: RagNBone Man
Language: English
Length: 3:26
Written by: John Mcdaid, Jonathan Charles Coffer, James Edward Fauntleroy II, Rory Charles Graham
RagNBone Man - Pocket Lyrics
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Just feel so small
Like everything is my fault
Like I used up my last call
Need somebody like you
With the right tools
That understands me like blues
Just want you and that's all
Got me feeling like, ooh
Baby, I'm your plaything
We want the same thing
Pick up all my pieces
And then after you remake me
Put me in your pocket and run
Nobody knows me better under the sun
Put me in your pocket and run
Nobody knows me better under the sun
Even if you break me
You can use your hands to break me
Even more until I fit in your mold
Ooh, even if you break all the rules
I'd rather be with you in jail than freezing out here alone
In the cold
Baby, I'm your plaything
We want the same thing
Pick up all my pieces
And then after you remake me
Put me in your pocket and run
Nobody knows me better under the sun
Put me in your pocket and run
Nobody knows me better under the sun (sun, sun, sun)
Put me in your pocket and run
Put me back together
Do it however
Might even be better
Might be forever
Put me back together
Do do it however
Might even be better
Might be forever
Put me in your pocket and run
Nobody knows me better under the sun
Put me in your pocket and run
Nobody knows me better under the sun (sun, sun, sun)
Whoa, whoa
Put me in your pocket and run
Like everything is my fault
Like I used up my last call
Need somebody like you
With the right tools
That understands me like blues
Just want you and that's all
Got me feeling like, ooh
Baby, I'm your plaything
We want the same thing
Pick up all my pieces
And then after you remake me
Put me in your pocket and run
Nobody knows me better under the sun
Put me in your pocket and run
Nobody knows me better under the sun
Even if you break me
You can use your hands to break me
Even more until I fit in your mold
Ooh, even if you break all the rules
I'd rather be with you in jail than freezing out here alone
In the cold
Baby, I'm your plaything
We want the same thing
Pick up all my pieces
And then after you remake me
Put me in your pocket and run
Nobody knows me better under the sun
Put me in your pocket and run
Nobody knows me better under the sun (sun, sun, sun)
Put me in your pocket and run
Put me back together
Do it however
Might even be better
Might be forever
Put me back together
Do do it however
Might even be better
Might be forever
Put me in your pocket and run
Nobody knows me better under the sun
Put me in your pocket and run
Nobody knows me better under the sun (sun, sun, sun)
Whoa, whoa
Put me in your pocket and run
Writer: John Mcdaid, Jonathan Charles Coffer, James Edward Fauntleroy II, Rory Charles Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.