Box - Sam Brown
Sometimes she's rude sometimes she's too crude
Sometimes she understands sometimes her hands are dirty
So she stays there at home in her box
There's a part of her that shouts
And there's a part of her that only whispers
There's another part that's lost in space
There's a part that would spit if you kissed her
Most times i have to keep her in her box
It's not a sad thing
She gets to exercise her wings
It scares the sh*t out of me
So many different ways to be
So she stays there at home in her box
Most times i have to keep her in her box
She's safer when she's hiding in her box
