She found a box
at the back of her cupboard
a brown shoe box
sealed up with tape
and in it was the class of '91
smilin back in sepia tone
it was dusty
with the labels peelin off
a brown shoe box
sealed up with tape
and in it was a book o recipies
of things her momma used to make
ch:
[Her life ain't outta the ordinary
She's your regular nine to five
And petty things that make her worry
And little things that make her smile
Her life ain't outta the ordinary
So I'll rhapsodize about
Memories in a shoebox
Memories fittin in shoeboxes
And lives that fit in picture frames
Picking up your phone and smiling
To familiar forgotten names
Memories fittin in a shoebox
Baby...you're playin a losin game ]
She found a diary
she'd written long ago
forgotten letters
from forgotten flames
the first valentine she ever got
with spangles all over her name
She found a box
at the back of her cupboard
a forgotten box
on the corner rack
she'd packed away everything that mattered
and then forgotten how to unpack
[Her life ain't outta the ordinary
She's your regular nine to five
And petty things that make her worry
And little things that make her smile
Her life ain't outta the ordinary
So I'll rhapsodize about
Memories in a shoebox
Memories fittin in shoeboxes
lives that fit in picture frames
pickin up your phone and smilin
to familiar forgotten names
memories fittin in shoeboxes...
...Baby...you're playin a losin game ]
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