Somewhere    inside of here   this damn water makes    this dam near impossible to build      And I am tired of telling you   that I'm done with this,   because every chance I get   I'm right back in the forest,   where I've slept with everybody here.      Oh I sit near the desk,   where I watch you undress   you are falling in love...      In the mornng I'll be gone   spending the morning hours   where I'm in search of a forest floor   with smoother branches;   so how'd I find this?      "Beaver sir,   I'm all alone,   I see from your eyes,   you're so cold."