| I’m just a girl
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| And you’re just a boy
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| This is my heart
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| It’s not a toy
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| So what’s with you playing with my mind?
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| We used to be cool
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| This used to be love
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| Now it’s become
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| Something like a job
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| Like it or not
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| Maybe things are changing
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| Right before our eyes
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| I tried to be your picture perfect girl
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| But you were in your own fantasy world
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| Tryna control me Like some kind of barbie
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| But that just ain’t me Cuz I ain’t a doll
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| This ain’t a dollhouse
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| Your way too old to be Putting me down like this
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| And playing around like this
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| I ain’t a doll
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| This ain’t a dollhouse
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| No I could never be stuck living life like this
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| Behind these four walls
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| Cuz I ain’t a doll
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| You call the shots
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| Right down to my shoes
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| I liked what you liked
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| Cuz you told me to And I don’t think that you could even tell
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| I fell out of love
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| But it never showed
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| I gave up on us
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| So long ago
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| But you’ll never know
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| Baby don’t pretend like you know me so well
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| I tried to be your picture perfect girl
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| But you were in your own fantasy world
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| Tryna control me Like some kind of barbie
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| But that just ain’t me Cuz I ain’t a doll
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| This ain’t a dollhouse
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| Your way too old to be Putting me down like this
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| And playing around like this
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| I ain’t a doll
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| This ain’t a dollhouse
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| No I could never be stuck living life like this
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| Behind these four walls
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| Cuz I ain’t a doll
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| I’ll never be made of plastic
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| So glad my hearts elastic
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| No matter what you do
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| I’ll bounce back off of you
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| Cut me but I’m not bleeding
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| I tried to be your picture perfect girl
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| But you were in your own fantasy world
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| Tryna control me Like some kind of barbie
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| But that just ain’t me I ain’t a doll
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| This ain’t a dollhouse
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| Your way too old to be Putting me down like this
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| And playing around like this
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| I ain’t a doll
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| This ain’t a dollhouse
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| No I could never be stuck living life like this
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| Behind these four walls
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| Cuz I ain’t a doll
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| And I come with imperfections
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| Epitome of perfection
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| If you can’t understand
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| Loving the way I am Then you’re no good for me So glad I kept my receipt |