Music box

She loved it when you wound her up

She loved it when you watch her

Twirl around in her dress

Black or white

Balarina or skates

She carried lost treasures inside her chest

Notes from past love ones and

Love letters, pearls, diamonds

She was always waiting in darkness

Waiting to be used again, where is that young girl now that she isn’t so young anymore

She never brings me out

When that day comes she’ll have a smile on her face and I’ll be brand knew again

Music to your old memories

Laying underneath your bed that you never come home to anymore

Listening to my sound going out of tune

Cause nobody winding me up anymore

Remember when your brother would take me away and put his baseball cards in me

He almost broke me a couple times

He spun me around and around

Got so dizzy that my gears were shifting

Like the day I seen your dad try to teach how to drive a 6 speed

There I laid on the shelf hoping you come back so we could have those conversations that no one else knew bout

Come back home let me play your sound of old memories

Spin me around a couple times I’ll dance and bring back the joys we once shared

Maybe you’ll pass me on to your kids and share the same joy you once gave me

All you got to do is wound me up

Watch me dance and sing and bring music to your ears again