I wish I was something, I wish I was good
I wish I was made of mahogany wood
I wish I were bigger, I wish I was tall
I wish I had houses instead of this hall
That somebody put me inside of one day
I know who he was, but he won't let me say

He looks at me sometimes and sometimes he knocks
On doorways beside me and sometimes he rocks me
To sleep in a chair for he knows that I need
Affection as much as a cut needs to bleed