Pocket Full of Promises

Lyrics for Pocket Full of Promises

Little Tweety Dum got her first guitar I taught her all she knows and she will go far But no with any bros, hoes, or hipster chodes She got a pocketful of promises (promises) Half prepared at best, though the best by far She doesn't have to train just to be a star Works out and does yoga and prays to Baal She got a pocketful of promises (promises) All my politics are out of whack and you fell for that That's what we both love about me It's heresy Is that a promise would I lie? Baby What's an excuse for taking bribes? He goes by Jane or John likes he's dead and gone He was a they or them now he's Q-Anon So they chopped of his head cause his face was wrong He gotta pocketful of Parkinson's Big ol' Bertha wept at the disco club She sat upon the floor for her favorite song I'd offer her a hug, but she's much too young She gotta pocketful of promises (promises) Pocketful of promises (promises) Was that a promise would I lie? Baby Was an excuse for taking bribes? Maybe If I can help, I'll lose my mind baby Promise me you'll never lie Cause when you lie, I can't help but lose my mind