Pretenders - Brass In Pocket

Got brass in pocket
Got bottle i'm gonna use it
Intention i feel inventive
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
Got motion restrained emotion
Been driving detroit leaning
No reason just seems so pleasing
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
(chorus)
Gonna use my arms
Gonna use my legs
Gonna use my style
Gonna use my sidestep
Gonna use my fingers
Gonna use my, my, my imagination
'cause i gonna make you see
There's nobody else here
No one like me