The Pocket Knife - Demo

Please, don't make my wedding dress
I'm too young to marry yet
Can you see my pocket knife?
You can't make me be a wife

How the world just turns and turns
(Turns, turn, turn, turn)
How does anybody learn?
(Learn, learn, learn, learn)

Mummy, put your needle down
How did you feel when you were young?
'Cause I feel like I've just been born
Even though I'm getting on
(Getting on, she's getting on)

How the world slips by so fast?
(Getting on, she's getting on)
How does anybody last?

As the world keeps coming
And the bees keep humming
And I'll keep running
(S.O.S, wedding dress)
(S.O.S, the wedding dress)
(S.O.S, wedding dress)
(S.O.S, the wedding dress)

Flowers I can do without
I don't wanna be tied down
White material will stain
My pocket knife's got a shiny blade
(Shiny blade, shiny blade)

I'm not trying to cause a fuss
(Shiny blade, shiny blade)
Just wanna make my own fuck-ups
(Fuck it up, fuck it up)
I'm not trying to break your heart
(Fuck it up, fuck it up)
I'm just trying not to fall apart

(S.O.S, the wedding dress)
(S.O.S, the wedding dress)
(S.O.S, the wedding dress)
(S.O.S, the wedding dress)
(Wife, wife, the pocket knife)
(Wife, wife, the pocket knife)
(Wife, wife, pocket knife)
(Wife, wife, pocket knife)



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Andriano, Matthew Thomas Skiba, Derek Grant
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