Brass in Pocket (TOTP, November 1979) Songtext
von Pretenders

I got brass in a pocket
I got bottle, I′m gonna use it
Intention, I feel inventive
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice

Got motion, restrained emotion
Been driving, Detroit leaning
No reason, just seems so pleasing
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice

Gonna use my arms, gonna use my legs
Gonna use my style, gonna use my sidestep
Gonna use my fingers, gonna use my, my, my
Imagination

'Cause I gonna make you see
There′s nobody else here, no one like me
I'm special (special)
So special (special)
I gotta have some of your attention, give it to me


I got rhythm, I can't miss a beat
I got a new skank, so reet
Got something, I′m winking at you
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice

Gonna use my arms, gonna use my legs
Gonna use my style, gonna use my sidestep
Gonna use my fingers, gonna use my, my, my
Imagination

′Cause I gonna make you see
There's nobody else here, no one like me
I′m special (special)
So special (special)
I gotta have some of your attention, give it to me

'Cause I gonna make you see
There′s nobody else here, no one like me
I'm special (special)
So special (special)
I gotta have some of your attention, give it to me

Oh-oh-oh
Anyway you want