[Lyric] Pocket Knife (Tribe Friday)

Verse 1

He’s got icy hands
He likes to put them in mine
Tangled into my veins:
He’s got a pocket knife
And I get lost on weekends
Trying to forget his last name
But he’s got, he’s got nothing on me
Nothing on me yet

Verse 1

He’s got trembling lips
But doesn’t put them on mine
Oh and wired into my brain
I think that I’m the next in line
And I fall asleep sometimes
In places that I’m not supposed to
But he’s got nothing on me
Got nothing on me
Got nothing on me
He’s got nothing on me yet
Refrain 1

So babe have you got love left to give me but nothing to lose now?

He’s got icy hands
I like to think that they’re mine
He’s wired into my brain
The strings go straight through my spine
And I get lost in wine cellars
To forget my last name
But he’s got nothing on me
Got nothing on me
Got nothing on me
He’s got nothing on me yet

Refrain 2

So babe have you got love left to give me but nothing to lose now?
So babe have you got love left to give me now?