Under My Bed

Now my eyes are wide open

Now that every thing's been stolen

And I'm here to get it back from you

See, I ain't wasting no more time

Gotta take back what's mine

What else am I suppose to do?

Here I am

With my heart on the floor

And my love out the door

You should be knocking

But there it goes

I got nothing to show for

Except pictures I posed for

But I keep them in a box under my bed

I told you time and again that you'd never win

I told you time and again

But you keep doing the same old things

When I thought you would change

I told you time and again

Here I am

With my heart on the floor

And my love out the door

You should be knocking

But there it goes

I got nothing to show for

Except pictures I posed for

But I keep them in a box under my bed

oh oh oh

Here I am

With my heart on the floor

And my love out the door

There it goes

I got nothing to show for

Except the pictures I posed for

Here I am

With my heart on the floor

And my love out the door

You should be knocking

But there it goes

I got nothing to show for

Except pictures I posed for

But I keep them in a box under my bed

oh oh oh

Here I am

With my heart on the floor

And my love out the door

You should be knocking

But there it goes

I got nothing to show for

Except pictures I posed for

But I keep them in a box under my bed