Small Room

Turn me on
Turn me on
It’s a small room
You got a small room, and
I know you’re not that small
And my head, though it hurts
Because I hit it every day
Your ceiling hangs too low
And it gets in my way
But I’m smart, I’m like a rat
I’m like a laboratory rat
And soon I will choose the door
And you won’t see me no more
In your small room
You completely turn me on
You completely turn me on
You completely turn me on
You completely turn me on
My arms are stretched out the windows of your house
And my fingers are curled around the branches
On the trees outside your house
And my neck is frayed and worn
'Cause I’m always bending backwards in your house
And soon I will choose the door
And you won’t see me no more
In your small room
You completely turn me on
You completely turn me on
You completely turn me on
You completely turn me on
You completely turn me on
You completely turn me on
You completely turn me on
You completely turn me on
Small room
Turn me on