the beaver Letra

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."