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?