Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Album: Disc One
Song: Shoebox
Submitted By: Carolynn

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A key in the door
A step on the floor
A note on the table
And a meal in the micro
Upstairs i'm in bed
Please make sure that your fed
If you're taking a shower
You can borrow my bathrobe
And when i'm asleep
I dream you move in next week
I crumble the note and save
To put inside my

Shoebox
(Shoebox)
Shoebox of lies

Its under my bed
It's never been read
It's in with my school stuff
And my Mum 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
Doesn't know what you mean
When talk turns to single malts, or Stilton

Or my shoebox
(Shoebox)
My shoebox of lies
Shoebox
(Shoebox)
Shoebox 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 anymore from me?

Was it something I said
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 shoebox
(Shoebox)
My shoebox of lies
Shoebox
(Shoebox)
Shoebox of lies

Just so 1990
And it's 1994
Leave this world behind me
Cos you dont want me anymore