BOXY LADY

Ah, you know you’re no cute little homemaker, Boxy.
You know you are a sweet little money taker, ah Boxy.

I wanna take you home
but I don't have a home, no.
You’ve got to give me some time, give me time
Ooh, Boxy Lady
I’m comin’ to getcha!

I see you beggin' down on the street , oh Boxy.
And your cardboard house it‘s a-mighty sweet, Boxy.

I’ve tried to be kind
I'm tired of giving you my last dime.
You’ve got to pay me mind, pay my mind, Boxy Lady

Here I come baby
I’m comin’ to getcha.

Boxy Lady... you smell so good.

©2007 Lyrics by Jon Kinyon (Deja Voodoo Music)

Notes: A homeless man expresses his attraction and affection for a homeless lady who collects cardboard boxes. Though he shares his panhandled change with her she still ignores his advances. He is relentless none the less.