Rubber band,
you're like a rubber band,
you keep on snapping back at me,
so this is jealousy.
You're a parlor of ours,
you're a parlor of ours,
and when you talk to yourself,
you hear
an answer back.
What type of world are you living in?
What type of sweet thing will make the matter some better?
What type of world are you waiting for?
You give me one of those headaches,
one drink won't take away,
burning out of haste.
Rumor true,
rumor false, it's all the same to you,
on cloud cuckoo.
Every mistake that I've ever
made
comes back to haunt me,
my old fool's gallery.
What type of world are you living in?
What type of sweet thing will make the matter some better?
What kind of world are you waiting for?
You give me one of those headaches,
one drink won't
take away,
burning out of haste.
What type of world are you living in?
What type of sweet thing will make the matter some better?
What kind of world are you waiting for?
You give me one of those headaches,
one drink won't take away, burning out of haste.