You come here to my work
You come here every day
To make sure Im still here
You look at me that way

Rings on my fingers and
Bows in my hair
You think Im your present
Youll unwrap me here

Is this a bad dream
Is this really my life
Well you wanna know
Youll show me tonight

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Not for sale
Not your girl
Not your thing

Im here on the counter
With no money down
For nine ninety nine
Youre taking me home

A dozen red roses
A cheap little house
A cheap little ring
The deal is cut, now

Something is messed up here
Something isnt right
Were supposed to be free
Im supposed to be mine

This part of my body
That youre pricing now
Im cutting it off
Im throwing it out

Not for sale
Not your girl
Not your thing

I got me mixed up with somebody else
I got me mixed up with somebody else