Misery Box

Hey girl, you’re talking with such a son of a bitch

Hey girl, you’re walking with such a son of a bitch

Hey girl, you’re dancing with such a son of a bitch

Hey girl, you’re sleeping with such a son of a bitch

Hey girl, why don’t you try to open your eyes

And look inside the misery box

Or will you decide to leave it like this

Pretend it’s all right when it’s not

You know that I wonder what you keep inside your misery box