You come here to my work

You come here every day

To make sure I'm still here

You look at me that way



Rings on my fingers

And bows in my hair

You think I'm your present

You'll unwrap me here



Is this a bad dream

Is this really my life

Well you wanna know

You'll show me tonight



I have this one face

And i only check out

It gets so far think it's time



Not for sale

Not your girl

Not your thing



I'm here on the counter

With no money down

For nine ninety nine

You're taking me home



A dozen red roses

A cute little house

A cheap little ring

The deal is cut, now



Something is messed up here

Something isn't right

We're supposed to be free

I'm supposed to be mine

This part of my body

That you're pricing now

I'm cutting it off

I'm throwing it out



Not for sale

Not your girl

Not your thing



Got me mixed up with somebody else

Got me mixed up with somebody else