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I’m not your doll, I’m not your toy, no I’m not here to be destroyed
Don’t dress me up, don’t dress me down, don’t tell me “Turn the fuck around”
What do you think this is? A free show, peep show, goody-bag for you?
Well I’ve got bad news, bud this body ain’t for fuckin’ two
I’m not your punching bag
I’m not your little whore
You think you buried me?
I wouldn’t be too sure
I think of that night I remembered when you walked into the bar
Yeah you were on the hunt for power and you found me here not far
I booked it out the door and up the stairs and looked behind my back
I should’ve known, I should’ve known: too late your hands were on my neck
I’m not your punching bag
No I’m not your little whore
You think you buried me?
I’m comin’ back for more
I’m not here to give you relief from your anxiety
I’m not a fucking stress ball, I am here for my revenge you see