Pocket Rocket

And she hurts, but it's worth it, she thinks she deserves it
She secretly loves it, can't stop getting off it
And it burns, and it burns, and it burns, and it burns
And she dies, or you learn, or she's just wasting your turn

And I came, but she maimed, and I don't explain
It's a fame, it's a shame, it's the name of the game
And it works, and it works, and it works, and it works
'Til it don't, then it hurts, and she just keeps getting worse
I just want you in my pocket

What a time to be alive, what a time to be alive
What you do with your big fat life?
Are you gonna let it blow your mind?
I just wanna be your rocket

Is she a plane or a bird, something more absurd
I can see, is she me? Am I Richard the Third?
For she takes off her face, and she takes off her clothes
And she leaves you with nothing, like only God knows
I just want you in my pocket

What a time to be alive, what a time to be alive
What you do with your big fat life?
Are you gonna let it blow your mind?
I just wanna be your rocket

What a time to be alive, what a time to be alive
What you do with your big fat life?
Are you gonna let it blow your mind?
I just wanna be your rocket
I just wanna be your rocket