My skies somehow stuck in your pockets,
My skies that are mountain-high.
I don't need your trinkets or lockets
Just want little piece of my skies.
But you keep them hidden, now don't you?
So I wouldn't run far away,
So I wouldn't fight you or argue,
So I wouldn't thought to betray.
But I am just waiting, my darling
Till you turn away, well and then
I steal back my blue and my charming.
My skies don't belong with a man.