Check Your Pocket
I saw her back in grade school
She was the prettiest girl I ever seen
And talking made me sound like a damn fool
Hadn't quite kicked that st, st, stuttering
So, I gave up on the whole thing
Thinking of a way, praying for the day
Hoping that the stars would align
And someday she'd be mine
Well, high school finally rolled around
And so did my chance
I just kept my distance until one hot minute
When I asked her to go to the dance, hey
She said yes and when the night was over
I had it in my hand
That picture we took with my arms wrapped around her
By the gym concession stand
Before that night was over
I wrote a couple words
First chance I got
I slip that picture in her purse
And it said, "Hold me, fold me
Slip me in the pocket of your favorite, old blue jeans
Ball me up and spin me clean
Leave me outside in the sunshine, honey
Roll me, lose me
Underneath a pile of your new things
Forget you ever knew me
Then, check your pocket someday and find me again"
Whoa
Whoa
Well, she went off to college
And I went off to do my thing
I was hanging out late one night
Drinking pitchers with some friends at the Kitchen Sink, yeah
I had to rub my eyes and look again
Just to be sure
That girl I knew damn came back a woman
And she's walking through that door
Before we left, she pulled a napkin from her shirt
It had her number on it, underneath the words
And it said, "Hold me, fold me
Slip me in the pocket of your favorite, old blue jeans
Ball me up and spin me clean
Leave me outside in the sunshine, honey
Roll me, lose me
Underneath a pile of your new things
Forget you ever knew me
Then, check your pocket someday and find me again"
Hey...
And it said, "Hold me, fold me
Slip me in the pocket of your favorite, old blue jeans
Ball me up and spin me clean
Leave me outside in the sunshine, honey
Roll me, lose me
Underneath a pile of your new things
Forget you ever knew me
Then, check your pocket, find me again"
It said, "Hold me, fold me
Slip me in the pocket of your favorite, old blue jeans
Ball me up and spin me clean
Leave me outside in the sunshine, honey
Roll me, lose me
Underneath a pile of your new things
Forget you ever knew me
Then, check your pocket, someday
Cause I'll be there
(Hold me, fold me)
I'll be there
I'll be there, ow
Cause I'll be there
(Roll me, lose me)
I'll be there, ooo
(Underneath a pile of your new things
Forget you ever knew me)
Hey, hey
(Hold me, fold me
Slip me in the pocket of your favorite old blue jeans...)
She was the prettiest girl I ever seen
And talking made me sound like a damn fool
Hadn't quite kicked that st, st, stuttering
So, I gave up on the whole thing
Thinking of a way, praying for the day
Hoping that the stars would align
And someday she'd be mine
Well, high school finally rolled around
And so did my chance
I just kept my distance until one hot minute
When I asked her to go to the dance, hey
She said yes and when the night was over
I had it in my hand
That picture we took with my arms wrapped around her
By the gym concession stand
Before that night was over
I wrote a couple words
First chance I got
I slip that picture in her purse
And it said, "Hold me, fold me
Slip me in the pocket of your favorite, old blue jeans
Ball me up and spin me clean
Leave me outside in the sunshine, honey
Roll me, lose me
Underneath a pile of your new things
Forget you ever knew me
Then, check your pocket someday and find me again"
Whoa
Whoa
Well, she went off to college
And I went off to do my thing
I was hanging out late one night
Drinking pitchers with some friends at the Kitchen Sink, yeah
I had to rub my eyes and look again
Just to be sure
That girl I knew damn came back a woman
And she's walking through that door
Before we left, she pulled a napkin from her shirt
It had her number on it, underneath the words
And it said, "Hold me, fold me
Slip me in the pocket of your favorite, old blue jeans
Ball me up and spin me clean
Leave me outside in the sunshine, honey
Roll me, lose me
Underneath a pile of your new things
Forget you ever knew me
Then, check your pocket someday and find me again"
Hey...
And it said, "Hold me, fold me
Slip me in the pocket of your favorite, old blue jeans
Ball me up and spin me clean
Leave me outside in the sunshine, honey
Roll me, lose me
Underneath a pile of your new things
Forget you ever knew me
Then, check your pocket, find me again"
It said, "Hold me, fold me
Slip me in the pocket of your favorite, old blue jeans
Ball me up and spin me clean
Leave me outside in the sunshine, honey
Roll me, lose me
Underneath a pile of your new things
Forget you ever knew me
Then, check your pocket, someday
Cause I'll be there
(Hold me, fold me)
I'll be there
I'll be there, ow
Cause I'll be there
(Roll me, lose me)
I'll be there, ooo
(Underneath a pile of your new things
Forget you ever knew me)
Hey, hey
(Hold me, fold me
Slip me in the pocket of your favorite old blue jeans...)
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Lashar Davis
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