I Put a Little Thing in Your Pocket

There’s no such thing as being haunted
Those of us who walk the earth
Are not cursed
I put a little thing in your pocket

It’s quite nice to
Hang on to
It’s soft and shiny
And it reminds me of you
A little portrait
On a fine day

There’s no such thing as being haunted
And those of us who walk the earth
Are not cursed
I put a little thing in your pocket