Am I an assassin that creeps in the night, or perhaps I'm a famous green motorbike, some kitchen gadgets or a streamer some like

With teeth I grin but never bite, a flexible spine, locked up tight. My dance begins with a pull or tug, I part and join with perfect snug. I walk no path, yet run a track, once closed, I never leave a crack.

I come I various colours You can even build a house from me Just don't step on me

I am the towns with no people, The beaches with no sand, The seas with no water, And the mountains with no dirt

I have a graph, but not from math or science, You may see a familiar face, but they will sit in silence, If you return me just five cents, you might hear a song, I committed no crime, I've been framed all along!