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If you wanna want on something, want on nothing'Cause something's always bound to come alongIf you wanna want on something, want on nothing at allNot a sight, not a soundYou say "Be still," but you know that's hard"Be alone," but I got friends out in the yardAnd they wanna play with meSome wanna stay with meAnd I think one or two might even wanna lay with meBut I ain't got no room in my bedNo, I ain't got no room in my headI ain't got no room, think I mighta spoke a little but too soon'Cause I ain't got no room in my bedIt's all full up with nothing, nothing at all From Letras Mania