Line the inside of the little box 
With your precious skin 
And make yourself cozy 
Just as you would in your own home 

Make space voyages inside her 
Gather stars make time squirt its milk 
And sleep in the clouds 

Just don't go around pretending 
You're more important than her length 
And wiser than her width 

If you do we'll sell her for a song 
Your box and everything inside her 
To the first fleecer to the wind 

We don't care about profit 
And we don't keep spoiled goods 

So don't keep saying 
It's we who told you this 
From inside the little box