Brass In Pocket

I got brass in my pockets
I got powder and I'm gonna use it
Intention, I'm feeling myself
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice

Got motion, extreme emotion
I've been driving, Detroit leaning
No reason just seems so pleasing
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice

I'm gonna use my arms
I'm gonna use my legs
I'm gonna use my style
I'm gonna use my senses
I'm gonna use my fingers
I'm gonna use my, my, my imagination

Oh-oh, 'cause I am gonna make you see
There's nobody else here, no one like me
I'm special, so special
I got to have some of your attention, give it to me

I got rhythm, can't miss the beat
It's got me scared, but so sweet
Got something, I'm winking at you
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice

I'm gonna use my arms
I'm gonna use my legs
I'm gonna use my style
I'm gonna use my senses
I'm gonna use my fingers
I'm gonna use my, my, my imagination

Oh-oh, 'cause I am gonna make you see
There's nobody else here, no one like me
I'm special, so special
I got to have some of your attention
Give it to me

Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me



Credits
Writer(s): Chrissie Hynde, James Scott
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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