Brass in Pocket

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    I got brass in my pocket
    I got powder and I'm gonna use it
    Intention, I'm feeling myself
    Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
    Commotion extreme emotion
    I've 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 senses
    Gonna use my fingers
    Gonna use my, my, my imagination
    'Cos I'm gonna make you see
    There's nobody else here
    No one like me
    I'm special, so special
    I got to have some of your attention, give it to me
    I got rhythm, can't miss the beat
    It's got me scared and so sweet
    I 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 senses
    Gonna use my fingers
    Gonna use my, my, my imagination
    'Cos I'm gonna make you see
    There's nobody else here
    No one like me
    I'm special, so special
    I got to have some of your attention, give it to me

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    Composition: Chrissie Hynde and James Honeyman-Scott

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