Notes In His Pockets Letra

So I'm involved in a serious talk

With a girl I had known growing up

So we buy a six; decide to split

She has a downtown apartment

She opens the door, falls to the floor

Says, “I'm bitter sick of sweet and pure

Take me now, I'm yours”



Notes in his pockets

Rumors in the mill

Phone calls after the bars close

Unlisted numbers

If she only knew, then he'd be through

But who knows which parts are true

She hates how it looks

But what can she do?

The girls all talk behind her back

They say she's being used



At Sullivan's drinking with Justin

He says he's seen my ex-girlfriend

She's back in town, and what's worse

He knows where and when she works

So we head over to the Underwood

She's trading shots with regulars

She gives me a hug

Until our hips are flush

Says, “Boy, we've hardly kept in touch

It's time for catching up”



Notes in his pockets

Rumors in the mill

Phone calls after the bars close

Unlisted numbers

Still, he insists on his innocence

Says those girls are all gossips

She's got to drop the axe

Catch him in the act

With his shame around his ankles

Chain the guilt around his neck