Hey babe, I think it’s time you gave me something
So just sit down and listen
Even though we’ve been together such a long long time (such a long time)
Our relationship has flatlined
(Wooow) You know it’s November and I’m feeling cold inside
Now it’s time for you to start giving me all the things that are mine
They’re not all that need, but I want them a lot
Some things for you to set aside — it’s my stuff in a box
Not asking for a diamond ring
You had years to get me that sort of thing
Not asking for a fancy car
Although I sold mine to be where you are
Not asking for a house in the hills
But I’m gonna need a few things still
Want you to give me something really nice
Somethin’ special…
It’s my stuff in a box, my stuff in a box babe
It’s my stuff in a box, my stuff in a box babe
You should be wise enough to know when my stuff needs sendin’ (yeah)
So I have a request, just do it – I’ll take care of the rest
To all the fellas out there with long-time exes
It’s easy to do, just follow these steps
1: Acquire a box
2: Put my stuff in that box
3: Mail me that box
And that’s the way you do it
It’s my stuff in a box, my stuff in a box babe
It’s my stuff in a box, my stuff in a box babe
Thanksgiving; my stuff in a box
Festivus; my stuff in a box
Groundhog Day; my stuff in a box
Every single holiday; my stuff in a box
Sub-let to sub-let; my stuff in a box
I’m changing jobs again; my stuff in a box
Backstage at your indie rock shows; my stuff in a box (yeah-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow)
my stuff in a box…
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Who said breakups had to be 100 percent miserable and sad? I’m whittling this bitch down to 99.9.
Pending receipt of stuff in a box, I will post pictures from Kat’s Halloween Extravaganza. (I don’t care if it’s over, I’m still excited about Halloween!)