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Room #5 They deliver almost everything Books and films and food Two steps to the mailbox That much I can do I open the blinds It's the sun that I miss I'm the queen of my castle Such as it is I can't leave the house It's just my little quirk I wait around Till he comes home from work And he'll ask how I am But not where I've been And neither of us knows just when I boxed myself in I can't leave the house As a girl I spent my time In the town park two blocks down Laughing as I ran so fast My arms would flap around Now you know if I could I'd stroll right down the street But the sidewalk might roll up and swallow my feet I can't leave the house It's just my little quirk I wait around Till he comes home from work And it's not what you'd think It isn't what he wants He sits beside me looking outside Acting nonchalant 'Cause I can't leave the house I can't leave the house It seems to be my plight I wait around Till he comes home at night And he shows me such love Through this dark comedy And he waits while I look for A bit of bravery 'Cause I can't leave the house |
© Susan Anders/Some Shiny Songs (ASCAP)
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