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
Make sure that you're 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 crumple the note
and save it to put inside
My shoe box
Shoe box of lies
lt's under my bed
lt's never been read
lt's in with my school stuff
and my mom never cleans there
From the first little fib
When I still wore a bib
To my latest attempt
At pretending I'm someone
Who's not seventeen
Who doesn't know
what you mean
When talk turns
to single malts or stilton or
My shoe box
Shoe box of lies
The shoe box
The 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 anymore 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 good-bye
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
the shoe box
The shoe box of lies
The shoe box
The 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
Nardy yardy yardy yi
Lardi yardi yardy yi
Lardi yardi yardy yi
Lardi yardi yardy yi
Lardi yi
Lardi yi
Lardi yardi yardy yi
Lardi yardi yardy yardy
Yardi yardi yardy ya
Lardi yi
Lardi yi
Lardi yardi yardy yi