Žodžiai dainai: Barenaked Ladies. Shoe Box EP. Shoe Box.

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

When I'm asleep
I dream, you move in next week'
I crumple the note
And save it to put inside

My shoe box
(Shoe box)
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
(Shoe box)
My shoe box of lies

Shoe box
(Shoe box)
Shoe box of lies


Did somebody tell you
This is how it's supposed to be
Or did you just find it
And you don't want any more from me?

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 goodbye
I can tell you I'm sorry
But I can't tell 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
(Shoe box)
My shoe box of lies

Shoe box
(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

Lie, lie, lie, lie
Lie, lie, lie
Lie, lie, lie, lie