When I’m with you the pockets of my heart fill with your love,
Rockefeller rich, love rich, love flies like birds above,
Hypnotizing highs,
Tell me I’m yours,I want and need your perfect lies,
Confessing my love to your butter slick bright red lips,
While gripping onto your hips, praising your perfect like it's holy,
I don’t do drugs but I’m a drunkee,
Addicted to you,like fiends,
Hand slipped into your betty blue jeans,
Rehabilitation will be my heartbreak,
Living on a prayer that this heart won’t break,
I’ll be gentle,velvet glove,
Because when I’m with you the pockets of my heart fill with your love.










