Sometimes I feel like I'm a caveman
Sitting in the darkness of my room
My soul as empty as a styrofoam cup
I wanna crawl back in my mama's womb

Does it turn you on?
Would you hold me tight?
Does it turn you on?
Does it do you right?

My hands hold nothing and I'm made of clay
I wish I wasn't so alone
Days go by, and I haven't a thought
Was gonna go out, but I think I'll stay at home

Does it turn you on?
Would you hold me tight?
Does it turn you on?
Does it do you right?

Won't get out of bed
To turn on the heat
I'm getting hungry
And there's nothing to eat
I'm hollowing out, you can't see the woods from the trees
Send me the message, if you please

Does it turn you on?
Would you hold me tight?
Does it turn you on?
Does it do you right?
Does it turn you on?
Would you hold me tight?
Does it turn you on?
Does it do you right?