Sam Brown - Box Lyrics
Sometimes she's rude, sometimes she's too crudeSometimes she understands, sometimes her hands are dirtySo she stays there at home in her boxThere's a part of her that shoutsAnd there's a part of her that only whispersThere's another part that's lost in spaceThere's a part that would spit if you kissed herSo she's safer when she's hiding in her boxMost times I have to keep her in her boxIt's not a sad thingShe gets to exercise her wingsIt scares the shit out of meSo many different ways to beSo she stays there at home in her boxMost times I have to keep her in her boxShe's safer when she's hiding in her box