| Whoo, hey
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| Knock-ock-ock, knock away
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| Oh and okay
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| Huh, take a hook ta
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| Well, I’m not your doormat, your floormat
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| Don’t wipe your feet on me
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| I’m not the only Garibaldi
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| But there’s more fish in the sea
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| I’m not your puppy, your goldfish
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| So don’t treat me like a pet
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| Hey, I’m not your butterfly
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| Don’t chase me with your net
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| I’m not your kneaded eraser
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| So don’t you wear me down
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| I’m not your sledge, uh, sledge hammer
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| I’m no tool that you pound
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| I’m not your blacktop for hopscotch
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| So don’t jump all over me
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| I’m not the place where the dogs roam
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| At the bottom of the tree
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| Don’t you treat me like I have no feelings
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| Don’t you treat me like that, I have feelings
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| Don’t treat me like that, don’t you treat me like that
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| Don’t treat me like that, don’t you treat me like that
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| I’m not your carefree, nor sugarless
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| Like the gum on your shoe
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| I’m not the ring 'round your finger
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| Nor am I wrapped 'round you
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| I’m not your shoe string, your rope thing
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| Don’t tie me in a knot
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| I’m not your asphalt, with oil spots
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| Don’t use me as a parking lot
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| Don’t you treat me like I have no feelings
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| Don’t you treat me like that, I have feelings
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| Feelings
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| Feelings
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| Feelings
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| Feelings
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| Huh |