Barenaked Ladies
Shoebox lyrics
Songwriters: Page, Steven; Robertson, Ed
A key in the door, a step on the floor
A note on the table and a meal in the micro
Note says, 'I'm in bed, please make sure that you're fed
If you're taking a shower, you can borrow my bathrobe'
An' when I'm asleep, I dream you move in next week
I crumple the note and save it to put
Inside my shoe box, my shoe box of lies
It's under my bed, it's never been read
It's in with my school stuff and my mom never cleans there
From my first little fib, when I still wore a bib
To my latest attempt at pretending I'm someone
Who's not seventeen and doesn't know what you mean
When talk turns to single malts or Stilton
Or my shoe box, my shoe box of lies
My shoe box, my shoe box of lies
Did somebody tell you
This is how it's supposed to be?
Or did you just find it
An' you don't want any more from me?
My shoe box, my shoe box of lies
My shoe box, my shoe box of lies
Was it something I said or was it something you read?
That's making me think that I should never have come here
I can offer you lies, I can tell you good-bye
I can tell you I'm sorry, but I can't tell you the truth, dear
And what if I could, would it do any good?
You'll still never get to see the contents
Of my shoe box, my shoe box of lies
My shoe box, my shoe box of lies
You're so nineteen ninety and it's nineteen ninety-four
Leave this world behind me 'cause you don't want me anymore
Shoebox lyrics © Treat Baker Music; Wb Music Corp.
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