• All the pretty little boxes;
    Stacked up in a row.
    All the pretty little boxes;
    My feelings they’ll show.

    All the pretty little boxes;
    Wrap up my feelings, put them inside.
    All the pretty little boxes;
    Have to put them away, gottta hide.

    Stack them in the closet,
    Line them up the aisle.
    Hide them with the skeletons,
    Jeering with a smile.

    Still,
    All the pretty little boxes;
    Creep to my bedside.
    All the pretty little boxes;
    Keep me wide awake at night.