“He keeps me in his pocket

for a rainy day;

he swears I'm not an object

as he yo-yo's me away.

A friend is what we'll call it,

but my friend, he does not know,

each time it rains I love him—

so to his pocket, I must go.

He thinks he's being clever,

but I am not a fool;

his love ain't worth a penny,

so to my heart I must be cruel.”