POCKET ROCKET [Verse 1] She's barely five-foot-two, But damn, she fills the room, Little leather jacket, tight black jeans, And a smile that spells my doom. She says, "You like 'em quick?" I said, "Baby, I sure do." She gave me that sideways grin, Said, "Then I've got something for you." She's got a low-slung body, And a mean little rear, Gets down real close When she whispers in my ear. I don't know what she's packing, But I know it ain't stock, And when she opens up that throttle, Everything starts to rock. [Pre-Chorus] She likes it hard on the pedal, Likes the pressure when it builds, Says, "Don't lift, keep going..." Man, she's got some serious thrills. [Chorus] She's my Pocket Rocket, Little thing that'll blow your mind, Tight curves, hot body, And a whole lot of power underneath the lines. She'll pin me to the seat, When she starts getting wound up, I can't tell if I'm holding her Or if I'm holding the clutch. She's my Pocket Rocket, Little devil dressed in red, She says, "Push me harder..." And I hear that turbo in my head. [Verse 2] She likes getting down low, Where the pavement meets the night, Says she loves the way I handle her, When I get everything just right. She's got adjustable suspension, And a wicked little stance, One touch on the controls And she's ready for romance. She gets hot when I push her, Gets louder when I lean, And when that boost comes rushing in, She's the wildest thing I've seen. She's got a six-speed attitude, And she knows how to shift, One little movement of my hand And suddenly we're lifting. [Pre-Chorus] She says, "Don't baby me..." With that wicked little stare, "Give me everything you've got..." Then she throws me back in the chair. [Chorus] She's my Pocket Rocket, Little thing that'll blow your mind, Tight curves, hot body, And a whole lot of power underneath the lines. She'll pin me to the seat, When she starts getting wound up, I can't tell if I'm holding her Or if I'm holding the clutch. She's my Pocket Rocket, Little devil dressed in red, She says, "Push me harder..." And I hear that turbo in my head. [Bridge] She said, "Come closer..." I said, "Where?" She said, "Right here..." And pointed at the driver's chair. Her lipstick on the window, Her fingerprints on the dash, I swear I can't remember If we kissed... Or if we just hit boost and burned past. [Breakdown] Small girl... Big attitude... Small car... Big boost... She says, "One more time..." I say, "Baby... You're gonna have to choose." [Final Chorus] She's my Pocket Rocket, Little thing that'll blow my mind, Sexy as hell standing beside me, And twice as dangerous on the drive. She'll pin me to the seat, Make my heartbeat race, Whether she's sitting in my passenger seat Or sitting pretty in the bay. She's my Pocket Rocket, And I can't get enough, Five-foot-two of trouble With a turbocharged touch. [Outro] She leaned across the console... Whispered, "Ready for another ride?" I looked at her... Then looked at the keys... Hell, I still don't know which one she meant.
