by brett detar
you'd like to think i have it easy at times i think you're right but then i take a look around and see your eyes on me at times i think i have it easy until i close my eyes and see this life in my box lets you turn the key when you want to hear a melody but i can never be the apple of your eye the story of your life it's what's inside i go through stages when i feel this matters this song and dance is a way of life for me you'd like to think i have it easy at times i think your right but then i take a look around and see the grass is always greener on the other side and i can never be the one who saves the day i'm just the man in the music box it's nothing special i'm just the man in the music box (your music box superhero) i will never be your superhero.Smiffy was a little boy, different from the rest
He had one eye pointing east and one pointing west
Ever since tiny Maffy hit him with a sling
Smiffy with his glass eye glittering
Playing in the schoolyard, how the kids would marvel
When Smiffy popped his glass eye out and used it for a marble
He was such a character the kids would sing
"Smiffy with his glass eye glittering"
Walking down the street when two big lads come
And tripped up Smiffy and his eye fell out
They used it as a conker on a piece of string
Smiffy with his glass eye glittering
The girls all laughed when Smiffy passed them by
They called him 'Cyclops', he only had one eye
He never had a girlfriend or that sort of thing
Smiffy with his glass eye glittering
"Look, there's Smiffy coming in
the infirmary
He's got a glass eye, ye ken?"
"No, I can't do it!"
"Where'd you find it?"
"Oh, it just came out in the conversation"
Smiffy used to dream of the judgment day
When the flood came and carried all his schoolfriends away
He was lifted up to heaven on an angel's wing
Smiffy with his glass eye glittering
Nobody cried when his world fell apart
Poor Smiffy died of a broken heart
You have to turn a blind eye to that sort of thing
Smiffy with his glass eye glittering