by Dean Friedman
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Did you know I like,
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You know, I like the way
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I really like the way you look.
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And even though it's hard,
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You know, it's difficult to say.
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Without being mistook.
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I want to
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Put you in my pocket.
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Put you in my pocket.
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Put you in my pocket and take you home.
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When I see you with your friends,
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You know, the way you are.
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The way you act so nonchalant.
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I want to know your name.
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I want to give you
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Anything you want.
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I want to
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Put you in my pocket.
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Put you in my pocket.
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Put you in my pocket and take you home.
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I could go on about your attributes.
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But let me tell something,
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Honey, you're so cute.
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If I don't find some way to catch your eye,
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You're gonna leave here with some other guy.
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Maybe later, maybe, gee, I don't know,
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Maybe we could talk.
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Maybe we could dance real slow.
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Maybe we could take a little stroll outside,
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Listen to the cars and watch the moon rise.
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And maybe you couldˇ¦
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Put me in your pocket.
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Put me in your pocket.
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Put me in your pocket and take me home.
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Put You In My Pocket
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| Dean Friedman |
