Jet boats Bitches in bikinis with life coats Max in the isles of hawaii Or the alpine slopes Fur coats keep the bitches smilin' A little diamond Keep the pussy for a little
is beyond my understanding My stunning mystery companion I know that you don't want to be Out here forever on this road Or live among the boxes Where
Flashing red lights tell the time of day Fucked little boxes you can sit and watch you life pass Thoughts of yesterday when things were alright The caring
?ve read Not all enraged, just all engaged ?Cause that there?s still fabricating Kingdoms out of boxes We?re gonna leave that slum, oh Come here, a little
I'm at LA eating 22 course Young boss bitch paper in my pockets I got a closet filled with shoe boxes Mom says my spending habit a little bit obnoxious
a shot To survive with your one last shot in the dark And if your conscience weighs a little heavy tonight Maybe you'll find that Empty boxes on the
quietly saved me Again and again. But now I feel And surface again. Yes, I can feel And surface again. From little bubbles, Little air bubbles, Little
Little Jerry: The hens go Hens: Braaack! Little Jerry: The hens go Hens: Braaack! Little Jerry: Laying eggs Hens: Braaack! Braaack! Little Jerry: Around the clock Spoken: Little
any time to spare Please don't think I'm being pushy Make all real soft and mushy Takes a lot of little nuts to the job A little salt, a little
sky above him He called me a liar Yeah, he called me a liar And I got these boxes piled up on the lawn And I say to myself in a little while I'll be
I'm watching you go from room to room With all your boxes and your broom Packing up, sweeping out and taking down From off the wall Everything that's
you know say we live it And you say we love it There is very few things I coulda really put above it I love the booming of the base in a the speaker boxes
know, after all that, I'm just ready to be me. And it's a lot to work through, you know, because all of us have hidden in these little boxes purposely
and paradoxes Side by side in cardboard boxes Recollect the story of my life Broken dreams and paradoxes Jungle up in cardboard boxes Tell again the story
s the same game that came through where I lived as a kid in the bad luck truck and threw boxes off the back Made me a ripper, deliver like river Content a little
Tee broadcaster raw Optical intoxication, flood your video station Scramblin any playahation But some of these fools got tricks in they boxes So I blocks
GOT IT ALL Writers Bill Anderson, Steve Wariner RECORDED BY DIAMOND RIO AND BY GENE WATSON I'm watching you go from room to room With all your boxes
I didn't do that 'Cause I didn't want the cow to be sad But some of my friends did They were all just a little bit wicked They'd blow up mail boxes