Pocket knife Lyrics – Maya J’an

Read the full Pocket knife lyrics by Maya J’an along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Maya Jan’s music, you can also explore Two Fools, another song by Maya Jan.

[Verse 1]
He called (Called, called, called)
And said to be ready at 8
He calls me Miss Fu*king America, ha-ha, ha
I’ll take my throne upon his face

[Pre-Chorus]
But I am nobody’s daughter, stealing to barter
Bad to the bone, won’t come when you call
And my arms are too short to box with the Lord
Now I’m feeling things I ain’t felt before
[Chorus]
I sleep on top of a pocket knife (Ha-ha, uh)
He’s got me dreaming there’s more to life (Ha-ha, uh)
What in the fresh sam hell is this? (Ha-ha, ha)
Some sort of peace, some kind of bliss (Ha-ha, uh)

[Verse 2]
Scenic drivе
To meet the father of the bridе
Those are his words, not mine (Ha-ha-ha)
First diamond I ain’t had to hide

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, I’m nobody’s daughter, stealing to barter
Bad to the bone, won’t come when you call
And my arms are too short to box with you, Lord
But why’d you send a man that I adore?

[Chorus]
I sleep on top of a pocket knife (Ha-ha, uh)
He’s got me dreaming there’s more to life (Ha-ha, uh)
What in the fresh sam hell is this? (Ha-ha, ha)
Some sort of peace, some kind of bliss (Ha-ha, uh)
I sleep on top of a pocket knife (Ha-ha, uh)
He’s got me dreaming there’s more to life (Ha-ha, uh)

What in the fresh sam hell is this? (Ha-ha, ha)
Some sort of peace, some kind of bliss (Ha-ha, uh)

[Outro]
Ah-ah, ah-ah
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Ah-ah
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Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah