Tekster: Priscilla Renea. Jukebox. Doll House.

I'm just a girl, you're just a boy
This is my heart, it's not a toy
So what's with you playing with my mind?
We used to be cool, this used to be love
Now it's become something like a job
Like it or not, maybe things were changing
Right before our eyes

I tried to be your picture perfect girl
But you were in your own fantasy world
Tryna control me like some kind of Barbie
But that just ain't me

'Cause I ain't a doll
This ain't a dollhouse
You're way too old to be
Putting me down like this
And playing around like this
I ain't a doll
This ain't a dollhouse
No I could never be
Stuck living life like this
Behind these four walls
I ain't a doll

You called the shots right down to my shoes
I liked what you liked 'cause you told me to
And I don't think that you could even tell
I fell out of love but it never showed
I gave up on us so long ago
But you'll never know
Baby don't pretend like you know me so well

I tried to be your picture perfect girl
But you were in your own fantasy world
Tryna control me like some kind of Barbie
But that just ain't me

I ain't a doll
This ain't a dollhouse
You're way too old to be

Putting me down like this
And playing around like this
I ain't a doll
This ain't a dollhouse
No I could never be
Stuck living life like this
Behind these four walls
I ain't a doll

I'll never be made of plastic
So glad that my heart's elastic
No matter what you do
I'll bounce back off of you
Cut me but Ia??m not bleeding

I tried to be your picture perfect girl
But you were in your own fantasy world
Tryna control me like some kind of Barbie
But that just ain't me

I ain't a doll
This ain't a dollhouse
You're way too old to be
Putting me down like this
And playing around like this
I ain't a doll
This ain't a dollhouse
No I could never be
Stuck living life like this
Behind these four walls
I ain't a doll

And I come with imperfections
Epitome of perfection
If you can't understand
Loving the way I am
Then you're no good for me
So glad I kept my receipt