Rubberband Girl

She got more than she can show
She got love for me to know
She got shadows on the floor
They’re waiting

I can never understand
She got a magic rubberband
That pulls me back into her hand
I’m never really free

All my fingers need to taste
Is just the skin around her waist
There’s war paint on that pretty face
But I’m ready

She thinks that she can define me
With a word, sort of refine me
Well, I’m really, really fine with
That.

I can be her evening laughter
I can be her morning after
I can be like me but tougher
If that’s what she needs

I got more than she believes
I got chlorophyll in my leaves
I let out the oxygen she breathes
But she don’t know