[Verse 1] Tried to fit my phone in these jeans tonight Half a pocket, yeah that ain’t right Lip gloss, keys, and a card or two Tell me where I’m supposed to put all this stuff I use Looked in the mirror like “this a joke?” Fashion cute but the function broke Walked out anyway, didn’t miss a beat Just another night, just another street [Pre-Chorus] They made it tight, they made it small But they didn’t think it through at all [Chorus] I know the designer of women’s pants was a man They took away our pockets, tried to take what we can It’s fine—I’ll make my own plan Still runnin’ the world with a drink in my hand No pockets? No problem, we improvise Got a whole little system they never designed You can try, but you won’t understand— We make it work better than you ever planned [Verse 2] Phone in my bra, yeah that’s where it goes Cash tucked in where nobody knows Laughin’ with my girls like “here we are” Workin’ miracles at The Pond Martini Bar One’s got snacks, one’s got keys One’s holdin’ everything we need We don’t panic, we just adjust That’s what happens when you underestimate us [Pre-Chorus] They missed the point, but we didn’t fall We just figured out a better call [Chorus] I know the designer of women’s pants was a man They took away our pockets, tried to take what we can It’s fine—I’ll make my own plan Still runnin’ the night with a drink in my hand No pockets? No problem, we improvise Got a whole little system they never designed You can try, but you won’t understand— We make it work better than you ever planned [Bridge – playful brand line] Guess that’s why I go where it fits me right Soma got it down, yeah they did it right Made for comfort, made for real Not just somethin’ that looks good in a deal And we all know Victoria's Secret’s a show But comfort’s somethin’ we actually know [Break – spoken, laughing] No pockets? …bold of you to assume that’s gonna stop me [Final Chorus – big, confident] I know the designer of women’s pants was a man But we figured it out, yeah we always can No limits, no rules, no second glance Just makin’ it work in these pocketless pants No pockets? No problem, say it again— We don’t wait, we don’t pretend We adapt, we laugh, we stand tall— And we’re still runnin’ it all [Outro – chant] “NO POCKETS!” (crowd: “NO PROBLEM!”)
