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[Verse 1]
You walk in slow
With that crooked grin
Silver buckle shining
And trouble on your skin
I know your game
You know mine too
You act so big
Baby, I see right through
[Pre-Chorus]
Talk real loud
Try real hard
But I don't need
A perfect star
One little glance
And I decide
What gets me going
What stays inside
[Chorus]
Your pocket knife
Your pocket knife
I like the shape
I like the size
Your pocket knife
Your pocket knife
Little or large
I don't mind
(Oh-oh)
I like what I like
(Oh-oh)
And I like that shine
[Verse 2]
Fresh white shirt
Rolled-up sleeve
You flash that smile
Like you're guaranteed
You think it's about
All that you show
But baby, it's the way
You make me want to know
[Pre-Chorus]
Close my eyes
Then look again
You don't need much
To pull me in
Trim or tall
Still makes me grin
I'm not here judging
I'm here giving in
[Chorus]
Your pocket knife
Your pocket knife
I like the shape
I like the size
Your pocket knife
Your pocket knife
Little or large
I don't mind
(Oh-oh)
I like what I like
(Oh-oh)
And I like that shine
[Bridge]
Bite your lip
Hold that pose
I love the swagger
Under those clothes
Not the size
It's the tease
It's the way you
Bring me to my knees
[Final Chorus]
Your pocket knife
Your pocket knife
I like the shape
I like the size
Your pocket knife
Your pocket knife
Little or large
I don't mind
(Oh-oh)
I like what I like
(Oh-oh)
And I like that shine
Your pocket knife
Your pocket knife
Baby, you know
I'm satisfied
Details
GeneratedMay 15, 2026
Duration3:31
LanguageEnglish
Style
1980s glam metal with driving four-on-the-floor drums, snarling palm-muted riffs, and a neon-slick bass run; verse stomps lean and dirty, pre-chorus climbs on gang shouts and snare rolls, chorus opens wide with stacked female vocal harmonies and a screamed hook. Ad-lib squeals, delay throws on the last word, synth-guitar streaks into each turnaround, bright and bombastic with a glossy arena mix and raw lip-stick attitude, female vocals, metal
Credits
Prompt byMichael Nickerson
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
1980s metal, female singers, song filled with innuendo about how a woman's favorite part on a man is his genetals no matter the size
