The Pocket

Do you want to be my love, my sight, my heart, and my eyes

My world, my pride, my stars in my skies

I'm looking for a queen who's more than gorgeous on a movie screen

I'm looking for the covergirl of dignified beauty magazine

I want dimples, and simple symbols that she's sweet

Wrinkles her nose, expose what I mean

I'm looking for a four-course meal that isn't based in base desire

I'm looking for a lady that knows the soul is more than an appetizer

Just one more thing

Just one more thing

Do we fit in the pocket, can we fix it back in the pocket

When the dreams and the drums start rocking