She got more than she can shownShe got love for me to knownShe got shadows on the floornThey're waitingnnI can never understandnShe's got a magic rubber bandnThat pulls me back into her handnI'm never really freennAll my fingers need to tastenIs just the skin around her waistnThere's a war paint on that pretty facenbut I'm ready.nnOh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh.nOh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh.nnShe think that she can define menWith a word, sort of refine menWell I'm really, really really fine with that.nnI can be her evening laughternI can be her morning afternI can be like me but toughernIf that's what she needsnnI got more than she believesnI got chlorophyll in my leavesnI let out the oxygen she breathesnBut she don't know.nnOh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh.nOh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh.