| Song | Shoe Box |
| Artist | Barenaked Ladies |
| Album | T.D. Waterhouse Center, Orlando, FL |
| Lyrics：Steven Page/Ed Robertson Music：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 | |
| 'Cause you don't want me anymore. |
| Lyrics: Steven Page Ed Robertson Music: 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 goodbye. | |
| 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 nineteenninety | |
| And it' s nineteenninetyfour | |
| Leave this world behind me | |
| ' Cause you don' t want me anymore. |