Back Pocket Songtext
von Brooke White

I′m a sucker for the simple things
The way you smile when you look at me
I was born to love you
I was born to love you
Come pick me up in your brother's car
We can take a walk when it doesn′t stop
I was born to love you
Yes, I was born to love you

These fancy women, they don't understand
That the back pocket of my jeans
It was made for your hand


It really ain't complicated
He makes me feel like a lady and one of the boys
Money is so overrated
I need a man who loves me more than he loves all his toys
I′m told, I′m, it really ain't complicated
Just like Tammy Wynette, gonna stand by my man
Money is so overrated
′Cause I got something so much better than a five year plan
Yeah, the back pocket of my jeans
It was made for your hand

I'm a sucker for the simple things
Ain′t no diamonds on your grandma's ring
I was born to love you
Yeah, I was born to love you
I′m falling harder than I ever have
I hit the bottom and you bring me back
I was born to love you
I was born to love you

My girlfriends say I need a wealthy man
But the back pocket of my jeans
It was made for your hand


It really ain't complicated
He makes me feel like a lady and one of the boys
Money is so overrated
I need a man who loves me more than he loves all his toys
I'm told, I′m, it really ain′t complicated
Just like Tammy Wynette, gonna stand by my man
Money is so overrated
'Cause I got something so much better than a five year plan
Yeah, the back pocket of my jeans
It was made for your hand

This love is free, born to love you
Everything I need, born to love you
Without a doubt in your name
I still feel the same, born to love you
Baby, my whole life
I have always been born to love you

It really ain′t complicated
He makes me feel like a lady and one of the boys
Money is so overrated
I need a man who loves me more than he loves all his toys
I'm told, I′m, it really ain't complicated
Just like Tammy Wynette, gonna stand by my man
Money is so overrated
′Cause I got something so much better than a five year plan
It's like all these fancy women
They just don't understand
That long after I die, baby, you′ll be my man
Yeah, the back pocket of my jeans
It was made for your hand