A POCKET-SIZED Girlie keeps me in his pocket for a rainy day; he swears I'm not an object as he yo-yoes 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.