I Keep A Man Inside A Box Under My Bed


My Mother Says I Dream Too Much


I Take The Man Out And Listen To What She Says


He Says I Do Not Dream Enough


I Hear My Mother In The Hall Outside My Doorway


She's Come To Say I Talk Too Much


I Put The Man, Back In The Box Under My Bed





I'm Not The Only One Who Argues With The Woman In Me


Just No-one Hears The Other Voices


I'm Not The Only One Who Disagrees With Everything





I Keep A Man Inside A Box Under My Bed


My Father Says I Laugh Too Hard


I Take The Man Out And Let Him Oscillate My Head


He Does Not Think My Love Is Good


I Watch My Father Walking Silent Past My Doorway


I Hide The Man Behind My Back


And All The While He's Blowing Kisses Down My Spine





I'm Not The Only One Who Loves To Feel The Woman In Me


Just No-one Sees The Other Fingers


I'm Not The Only One Who Disagrees With Everything





Go On And Take It Come And Take These Tiny Thoughts Away


I Never Used Them They Were Never Mine Were They


Go On And Take It Come And Wash These Dirty Thoughts Away


I Never Used Them They Were Never Mine





I'd Like This Man I Keep Inside The Box, Under My Bed To Climb Out


Come Lie Down Here Beside Me


And I Like To Feel His Fingers Warm Upon My Neck





Go On And Take It Come And Take These Tiny Thoughts Away


I Never Used Them They Were Never Mine Were They


Go On And Take It Come And Wash These Dirty Thoughts Away


I Never Used Them They Were Never Mine


Go On And Take Them


Wash These Away