Rubberband - Charlie Worsham

I’ve been all wound up, twisted and tied

Tangled in a mess since I met your eyes

But the more we pull apart the harder we collide

When we come back around

It’s a good burn, a sweet sting

Strung up tight like a guitar string

I don’t know quite what to call this thing

But it’s kinda like the sound of a

Rubberband, rubberband

Stretch it out as far as we can

Rubberband, rubberband

Snap back together again hey

When you knock on my door looking like that

With your cinnamon skin and your hair pulled back

Can’t fight the urge, fight the fact

Baby won’t you come on in

And we’ll spend the night, get all wild

Let loose for a little while

When you leave in the morning with a wink and a smile

It tightens up again

Oh here we go again yeah, yeah

Rubberband, rubberband

Stretch it out as far as we can

Rubberband, rubberband

Snap back together again

Rubberband, rubberband

Bound to get a little outta hand

Rubberband, rubberband

Snap back, snap back, snap back now

Yeah rubberband, rubberband

Stretch it out as far as we can

Rubberband, rubberband

Snap back together again

Rubberband, rubberband

Bound to get a little outta hand

Rubberband, rubberband

Snap back, snap back, snap back now