“Rubberene”

I have a girl, an inflatable girl
She came last week in the mail
She is bouncy and clean
Made of soft neoprene
Perfectly formed in every last detail

Quietly, she sits with me
When we go out to eat
And when I take her out to dance
She’s so light on her feet

My Rubberene, oh my sweet Rubberene
True love between me and Rubberene

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She never cries, she never nags
Or takes my favorite chair
And if she starts to droop and sag
Well, I just add more air

She understands, and she makes no demands
Like other young ladies I’ve seen
So I think I’m gonna stay with my girl
In my puncture-proof world
It’s true love between me and Rubberene

My Rubberene, oh, we share every dream
No secrets between me and Rubberene

Dear Rubberene, people’s gossip is mean
But it won’t come between me and Rubberene

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