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's got a magic rubber band   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 a war paint on that pretty face   but I'm ready.      Oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh.    Oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh.       She think that she can define me   With a word, sort of refine me   Well I'm really, 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.      Oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh.    Oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh.