Music by Tony Morales, Terry Sampson and Lorraine Feather
Lyrics by Lorraine Feather

It was crystal clear to her
The moment when it all began
He dropped a box into the trunk
Of her loaded gold sedan
Something in the gentle way
He moved the spider plant aside
Something so poignant in his awkward smile
Stayed with her through her ride
But she said to herself

Girl, get a grip, it's ridiculous
You know he's just a boxboy
Look at yourself, you're hilarious
He's just a boxboy

Gotta focus - I am bigger than this
I am moving this energy into acceptable channels
I am doing it now, yes I'm doing it now

Soon there were those extra trips
To buy a box of dryer sheets
And watch the way his graceful hands
Shuffled the frozen meats
She wondered why the blonde cashier
Had asked him when his shift was through
Vaguely aware that on her desk at home
Was three weeks of work to do
She was scaring herself

Girl, get a grip, it's ridiculous
You know he's just a boxboy
Look at yourself, you're hilarious
He's just a boxboy

Girl, get a grip, it's ridiculous
You know he's just a boxboy
Clearly you must be delirious
He's a boxboy, okay...a boxboy

Then one day she asked his help
To reach some paper towels
She could see his empty eyes
And hear his Valley vowels
He called her Ma'am, she called him Steve
Afraid her voice would crack
She turned to leave
And thought she heard him
Laugh behind her back

I'm escaping from this hell of unwanted desire
And inflammatory habits
I am doing it now, yes I'm doing it now

Girl, get a grip, it's ridiculous
You know he's just a boxboy
Look at yourself, you're hilarious
He's just a boxboy

Girl, get a grip, it's ridiculous
You know he's just a boxboy
Clearly you must be delirious
He's a boxboy

Attention all Food Queen employees There is a broken heart on Aisle 11