Альбом Barenaked Ladies

Words by Steven Page & Ed Robertson
Music by Steven Page 

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, please make sure that you're fed
if you're taking a shower, you can borrow my bathrobe
When I'm asleep I dream you move in next week"
I crumple the note and save it to put inside

Chorus:
My shoe box
Shoe box of lies
Shoe box
Shoe box of lies

it's under my bed, it's never been read
it's in with my school stuff and my mom never cleans there
From my first little fib, when I still wore a bib
To my latest attempt at pretending I'm someone
Who's not seventeen, doesn't know what you mean
When talk turns to single malts, or stilton, or

Chorus

Did somebody tell you
This is how it's supposed to be?
Or did you just find it
And you don't want any more from me?

Chorus

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 you the truth, dear
And what if I could -- would it do any good?
You'll still never get to see the contents of 

Chorus

You're so nineteen-ninety
And it's nineteen-ninety-four
Leave this world behind me

One, two..
I was surprised at how incredibly fast you were
to come up and ask for a light
I was amazed at just how matter of fact you were
in taking me back for the night
I only crave the sugar on the pill
I hope that you will

Trust me, trust me
To let you down,
You know that somebody got there first
Trust me, trust me
To let you down,
My fingers crossed while my lips are pursed
Trust me,
I don't know where I'm going,
you can drop me there

Don't understand how the roles are reversed
and now it's me that's freaked out by the chase
The holy trinity are there in your purse:
a condom, Obsession, and mace
It's easier if I'm on my way
So anyway you'll..

Trust me, trust me
to let you down,
You know that somebody got there first
Trust me, trust me
to let you down,
My fingers crossed while my lips are pursed
Trust me,
I don't know where I'm going,
you can drop me there

I want you, you want me
I want you not to want me
I need you to need me
To leave me
Needing you to leave

Trust me, trust me
to let you down,
You know that somebody got there first
Trust me, trust me
to let you down,
My fingers crossed while my lips are pursed
Trust me,
I don't know where I'm going,
you can drop me there

Trust me,
Trust me to let you down
Trust me to let you down
Trust me to let you down

Words and Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson 

If I Had $1000000 (If I Had $1000000)
I'd buy you a house (I would buy you a house)
If I Had $1000000 (If I Had $1000000)
I'd buy you furniture for your house
(Maybe a nice chesterfield or an ottoman)
If I Had $1000000 (If I Had $1000000)
I'd buy you a K-Car (a nice Reliant automobile)
If I Had $1000000 I'd buy your love.

If I Had $1000000 I'd build a tree fort in our yard.
If I Had $1000000 You could help, it wouldn't be that hard.
If I Had $1000000 Maybe we could put a refrigerator in there.
[Wouldn't that be fabulous]

If I Had $1000000 (If I Had $1000000)
I'd buy you a fur coat (but not a real fur coat that's cruel)
If I Had $1000000 (If I Had $1000000)
I'd buy you an exotic pet (Like a llama or an emu)
If I Had $1000000 (If I Had $1000000)
I'd buy you John Merrick's remains (All them crazy elephant bones)
If I Had $1000000 I'd buy your love

If I Had $1000000 We wouldn't have to walk to the store
If I Had $1000000 We'd take a limousine 'cause it costs more
If I Had $1000000 We wouldn't have to eat Kraft Dinner.
(But we would!) 

If I Had $1000000 (If I Had $1000000)
I'd buy you a green dress (but not a real green dress, that's cruel)
If I Had $1000000 (If I Had $1000000)
I'd buy you some art (a Picasso or a Garfunkel)
If I Had $1000000 (If I Had $1000000)
I'd buy you a monkey (haven't you always wanted a monkey?!)
If I Had $1000000 I'd buy your love

If I Had $1000000, If I Had $1000000
If I Had $1000000, If I Had $1000000

Words by Steven Page & Ed Robertson
Music by Steven Page 

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, please make sure that you're fed
if you're taking a shower, you can borrow my bathrobe
When I'm asleep I dream you move in next week"
I crumple the note and save it to put inside

Chorus:
My shoe box
Shoe box of lies
Shoe box
Shoe box of lies

it's under my bed, it's never been read
it's in with my school stuff and my mom never cleans there
From my first little fib, when I still wore a bib
To my latest attempt at pretending I'm someone
Who's not seventeen, doesn't know what you mean
When talk turns to single malts, or stilton, or

Chorus

Did somebody tell you
This is how it's supposed to be?
Or did you just find it
And you don't want any more from me?

Chorus

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 you the truth, dear
And what if I could -- would it do any good?
You'll still never get to see the contents of 

Chorus

You're so nineteen-ninety
And it's nineteen-ninety-four
Leave this world behind me