Do you want to be my love, my sight, my heart, and my eyes
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My world, my pride, my stars in my skies
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I'm looking for a queen who's more than gorgeous on a movie screen
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I'm looking for the covergirl of dignified beauty magazine
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I want dimples, and simple symbols that she's sweet
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Wrinkles her nose, expose what I mean
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I'm looking for a four-course meal that isn't based in base desire
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I'm looking for a lady that knows the soul is more than an appetizer
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Just one more thing
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Just one more thing
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Do we fit in the pocket, can we fit sit back in the pocket
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When the dreams and the drums start rocking
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Can we dance with our knees not knocking
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See I, I want a lady I can put stock in
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I want a bass and backbeat to lock in
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I want to know real love's not forgotten
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I want a teacher who's eager to speak her mind
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Delicate features, sweet with her tongue so kind
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I'm looking for the markers that say "permanent" so we can share
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I'm looking for a love still alive and well in rocking chairs
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I want faithful, and stable, and able
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Beauty that moves me and improves my soul
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I'm looking for a shining light that likes to fight and persevere
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I'm looking for a lady that wants to make me part of her atmosphere
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Just one more thing
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Just one more thing
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Do we fit in the pocket, can we fit sit back in the pocket
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When the dreams and the drums start rocking
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Can we dance with our knees not knocking, knocking
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See I, I want a lady I can put stock in
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I want a bass and backbeat to lock in
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I want to know real love's not forgotten
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All I need to know is [x3]
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Are you clear on who you are
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Do you love it?
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When this world starts getting hard
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Rise above it, rise above it
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In the pocket
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Can we fix it back in the pocket
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When the dreams and the drums start rocking, rocking
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Can we dance with our knees not knocking
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See I, I want a lady I can put stock in
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I want a base and backbeat to lock in
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I want to know real love's not forgotten
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In the pocket
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Can we fit sit back in the pocket
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When the dreams and the drums start rocking, rocking
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Can we dance with our knees not knocking
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See I, I want a lady I can put stock in
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I want a base and backbeat to lock in
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I want to know real love's not forgotten
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The Pocket
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| Andy Grammer |
