Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Music Box, artist - Eminem.
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Music Box |
Yeah |
Yeah, girl |
Can you hear that? |
It’s playing our song |
Are you sleepy? |
Take a nap |
You’re not afraid of the dark, are you? |
You hear the beat as it makes ya not want to go to sleep |
I knock on Dakota’s door; |
it’s locked, so I go to creep |
'Round the back with binoculars, not 'cause I wanna peep |
But because I’m hungry, she smells like tacos, I wanna eat |
Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows, all so sweet |
With sugar plums; |
oh, look |
Here comes Marshall, he’s on your street |
He’s placing hot, smoldering charcoals beneath your feet |
Now walk on 'em; |
he’s dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek |
Like a Thanksgiving turkey, a holiday ham |
Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam |
Flavor my favorite graham crackers with JonBenét Rams' |
I guess a modern-day Jack the Ripper is all that I am |
(My music box) |
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep |
(My music box) |
But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me |
(My music box) |
Although we’re worlds apart, you mean the world to me |
(My music box, my music box) |
So once you call, I come, I will answer |
(My music box) |
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep |
(My music box) |
I hear my music box playing a song for me |
(My music box) |
So won’t you twirl around and do a whirl for me? |
(My music box, my music box) |
And would you be my private little dancer? |
I almost look comatose; |
who wants to be sober? |
Gross |
I foam like a Doberman, mouth open, I overdose |
Put coke up my nostrils in both my holes, then I plug my nose |
My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged, I know |
I put on my mother’s makeup |
, get naked and run around |
Wavin' the gun around, I think I’m down to a hundred pounds |
There’s thunder, I wonder how come it rains, but the sun is out? |
The devil’s upset with his wife, they must be sluggin' it out |
I must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the fuck about? |
Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house |
They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box |
Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do? |
It’s locked |
I pick it and open it, but it’s stuffed full of human parts |
I dig 'til I find it, I wind it up, and the tune just starts |
It’s playing a song, so beautiful, and the room is dark |
The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I’ll loom in the park |
(My music box) |
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep |
(My music box) |
But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me |
(My music box) |
Although we’re worlds apart, you mean the world to me |
(My music box, my music box) |
So once you call, I come, I will answer |
(My music box) |
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep |
(My music box) |
I hear my music box playing a song for me |
(My music box) |
So won’t you twirl around and do a whirl for me? |
(My music box, my music box) |
And would you be my private little dancer? |
I’m fixated on asphyxiatin' and breakin' |
This little chick’s neck like a Pixy Stick |
The sick, Satan-worshippin' bitches get horse whippings |
I’m in the back, through the back door slippin' |
Through the crack, leavin' the corpse drippin' |
The mortician of love, sent from above |
Forced entry, the more wenchy the more stingy I become |
Been doing this for more than a quarter-century, I’m just numb |
Am I dreaming, is it real? |
Someone pinch me on the buns |
The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder |
I’ve had enough of the chatter |
Climb up to the window, look at her |
Then climb in slow to shatter her brain matter and batter her |
With a bat; |
a matter of fact, that will splatter her |
But before I do that, I’ll have a chat to flatter her |
Give her two compliments back to back, like «Tabitha |
I’m your secret admirer, I’m back to ravish ya |
So strong is your fight, but you’re no match for Dracula» |
Prolonging her plight as I go back to stabbin' her |
Dismember her limbs, simple as that: cadaver her |
Zoom in with the lens, then pan back the camera |
Stand back, 'cause here comes your man Jack, so Pamela |
(My music box) |
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep |
(My music box) |
But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me |
(My music box) |
Although we’re worlds apart, you mean the world to me |
(My music box, my music box) |
So once you call, I come, I will answer |
(My music box) |
'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep |
(My music box) |
I hear my music box playing a song for me |
(My music box) |
So won’t you twirl around and do a whirl for me? |
(My music box, my music box) |
And would you be my private little dancer? |