Tekster: Chrissette Michele. Porcelain Doll.

heres the thing i need you to stop treating me as if im simple or naive as if i don't know nothin bout the world i understand you think you protecting me well i could use a little breathe and the respect you give a women not a girl heres the thing i appreciate all the hugs the constant caterin kisses and hugs but lately im wondering what you do it for if the reason you act all over sweet is cause you wanna keep me on a leash i have know choose but to show you the door if you if you wanna cradle me like a little girl and lock me down im not your possession im a full grown women i am not your porcelain


(thats the first two verses)