She got more than she can show
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She got love for me to know
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She got shadows on the floor
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They're waiting
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I can never understand
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She's got a magic rubber band
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That pulls me back into her hand
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I'm never really free
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All my fingers need to taste
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Is just the skin around her waist
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There's a war paint on that pretty face
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but I'm ready.
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Oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh.
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Oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh.
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She think that she can define me
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With a word, sort of refine me
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Well I'm really, really really fine with that.
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I can be her evening laughter
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I can be her morning after
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I can be like me but tougher
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If that's what she needs
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I got more than she believes
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I got chlorophyll in my leaves
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I let out the oxygen she breathes
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But she don't know.
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Oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh.
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Oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh.
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Rubberband Girl
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Asaf Avidan |