BRASS IN POCKET
The Pretenders


Got brass in pocket, got bottle, I'm gonna use it. 
Intention, I feel inventive, gonna make you, make you, make you 
notice.
Got motion, restrained emotion. Been driving, Detroit leaning.
No reason, just seems so pleasing, gonna make you, make you, make 
you notice.

Gonna use my arms, gonna use my legs, gonna use my style, gonna use 
my sidestep, 
gonna use my fingers, gonna use my, my, my imagination
cause I gonna make you see, there's nobody else here, no one like 
me. 
I'm special, so special, I gotta have some of your attention, give 
it to me.

Got rhythm, I can't miss a beat, got new skank, it's so reet. 
Got something, I'm winking at you, gonna make you, make you, make 
you notice.

Gonna use my arms, gonna use my legs, gonna use my style, gonna use 
my sidestep, 
gonna use my fingers, gonna use my, my, my imagination
cause I gonna make you see, there's nobody else here, no one like 
me. 
I'm special, so special, I gotta have some of your attention, give 
it to me
cause I gonna make you see, there's nobody else here, no one like 
me. 
I'm special, so special, I gotta have some of your attention, give 
it to me. 
And when you walk…