Tekster: Zutons. I Will Be Your Pockets.

I will be your pockets

Built to hold all of your stuff

Your magazine, your vaseline

I?ll hold your brand new powder buff



I will be the cigarette

That you smoke right down to the letters

And be flicked away and stamped on

Cause I knew I won?t be better



I?ll step to you with tiptoeing feet

(Careful how you go

watch your step, tiptoe)

So I can hear your heart and never miss a beat



I will be your footstools

You go when you need a rest

I woulda walk the miles for you

Had a new ??? for your tread



If I were to be your teardrop

That would be an awful fate

But at least I?d get to touch you

As I roll on down your face



I?ll step to you with tiptoeing feet

(Careful how you go

watch your step, tiptoe)

So I can hear your heart and never miss a beat



I?ll be your legs, I?ll be your hands

And if you?re sick, your ambulance

I am here just for you

So give me all your saddest news

If you?re tired I?ll be your rest

Believe you when you know what?s best

I will



Yeah, I?ll be your legs, I?ll be your hands

And if you?re sick, your ambulance

I am here just for you

So give me all your saddest news

If you?re tired I?ll be your rest

Believe you when you know what?s best

I will



Yeah, I?ll be your legs, I?ll be your hands

And if you?re sick, your ambulance

I am here just for you

So give me all your saddest news

If you?re tired I?ll be your rest

Believe you when you know what?s best

I will



I will

Oh, I will

Yeah, I will

I will