Tekster: Priscilla Renea. Jukebox. Dollhouse.

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

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

Cause I ain't a doll, this aint a dollhouse
Your way to old to be, puttin 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 call the shots, right down to my shoes.
I liked what you liked cause you told me to
An I dont 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 dont pretend like you know me so well

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

I ain't a doll, this aint a dollhouse
Your way to old to be, puttin 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 hearts elastic
No matter what you do
I'll bounce back offa you
Cut me but I'm not bleeding

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

I ain't a doll, this aint a dollhouse
Your way to old to be, puttin 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 cant understand, lovin the way I am
Then your no good for me, so glad I kept my receipt