Charlotte Church - Box lyrics

Put me in my box Put me in my box Kiss me Or k** me Put me in my box I find myself lost I find myself lost Kiss me or k** me Fell me or fill me Velvet crush Against my cheek, Cardboard soles for feet That have no fear of rain Anymore. There’s a core That’s always poor; sponsored links Alms for the sick And the sad and the sore. The punchbowl’s full Of pounds and pence, The party’s winding down And dawn’s arms are folded Hold me like she did God look what we did Put me in my box Put me in my box Kiss me Or k** me Put me in my box.