Pocket - Sam Sparro

作词：Paul Epworth/Sam Falson

作曲：Paul Epworth/Sam Falson

If you stand tall

With your back

To the door

Then it's

Your own fault

When you get knocked

To the floor

You may have

Fooled me once

But I've got

A pretty damn

Good memory

It's a small world

What a type clich

But it's a small world

How many times can I say

That everything

You do will end up

Coming right back

Around again

And if you don't know

That by now

Then I feel quite

Sorry for you

I'm sorry for you

Yeah

The people

That you keep around

Well

You learn from them

And they learn from you

So keep

Your friends close

And your enemies

In your pocket

Yeah

Keep your friends close

And your enemies

In your pocket

When you just

Might start

To melt them down

I come around

So keep

Your friends close

And your enemies

In your pocket

It's a long haul

To the front of the line

And you get there

In your own sweet time

But there's

Always somebody

Who decides

To cut right

In front of you

A wide eye

Looking for

A ticket to ride

It's a long night

I hope you make it

Out alive

You can't spend

Your whole life

Worrying about

What's behind you

And if you don't know

That by now

Then I feel quite

Sorry for you

I'm sorry for you

Yeah

The people

That you keep around

Well

You learn from them

And they learn from you

So keep

Your friends close

And your enemies

In your pocket

Yeah

Keep your friends close

And your enemies

In your pocket

When you just

Might start

To melt them down

I come around

So keep

Your friends close

And your enemies

In your pocket

And it's

A lively colour

Not black and white

But some people think

They're the ones

Who got it right

In a room so full

Well

You have to be

A little more flexible

And if you don't know

That by now

Then I feel quite

Sorry for you

I'm sorry for you

Yeah

The people

That you keep around

Well

You learn from them

And they learn from you

So keep

Your friends close

And your enemies

In your pocket

Yeah

Keep your friends close

And your enemies

In your pocket

When you

Just might start

To melt them down

I come around

So keep

Your friends close

And your enemies

In your pocket