Pockets کے بول

I think you're Taking it too hard I didnt think You looked so bad Its coming back Into fashion The envy of The designers Catwalk makes You nervous Behind your shades At night i slipped And i've tripped Over too many times Your standing out Like no other now Maybe brighten The colour And bring it in At the waistline The tailor wept When he made it This splash of melancholy Is rubbing off on me Take your hands out Make some room for me 'cause i can't see 'cause it's too deep I describe it well If you want me Evidently you hold My tears and joys In your pockets Time can only tell You can quote me Elequently put you hold My tears and joys In your pockets I feel lucky Bursting seams I overflow