I often fill my pockets up
With all sorts of stuff
From breath mints to deodorant
When there's a need to freshen up
Along with a dime or two
For those important calls
When I need directions
For the times that I am lost
My favorite flavor of chewing gum
Double the pleasure, Double Mint
Which most times slides from the wrapper
Where I just kindly brush the lint
Undoubtedly as always
There's a few string clingers on
Which in wisdom I save for later
For that urgent urge to floss
One or two pet rocks
That along the road I found
I just put this part in
To give you something to think about
I sometimes put my hands in my pockets
Though there's barely any room
Still a hand sometimes need a rest
If it's got nothing to do
It's little wonder I fill them up
With all sorts of stuff
Cause don't cha know when it comes to stuff
You can never have enough
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
I often fill my pockets up
With all sorts of stuff
From breath mints to deodorant
When there's a need to freshen up
Along with a dime or two
For those important calls
When I need directions
For the times that I am lost
My favorite flavor of chewing gum
Double the pleasure, Double Mint
Which most times slides from the wrapper
Where I just kindly brush the lint
Undoubtedly as always
There's a few string clingers on
Which in wisdom I save for later
For that urgent urge to floss
One or two pet rocks
That along the road I found
I just put this part in
To give you something to think about
I sometimes put my hands in my pockets
Though there's barely any room
Still a hand sometimes need a rest
If it's got nothing to do
It's little wonder I fill them up
With all sorts of stuff
Cause don't cha know when it comes to stuff
You can never have enough
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