Anne Soldaat Rubitin
rub-it in, let’s go – rub-it in, anyway
rub-it like a mixture of fire and snow
I was waiting at the busstop – ooh, but it never came
looking at the distance between touch and go
taking my time, just let me be
and though your logic fails, I wont disagree
it goes on and on, it used to be
karen is off and free (and she waits for me)
slipping away – how can it be
and my fingernails are failing me
fire in Malibu – waterproof
you here it scream and shout
rub-it in, let’s go – rub-it in, anyway
rub-it like a mixture of fire and snow
I was hoping for a next time – ooh, but it never came
calling for assistance, hey let’s go
