Dollhouse

[Verse 1]

I'm just a girl and 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

[Pre-Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

'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 like this

Behind these four walls

'Cause I ain't a doll

[Verse 2]

You call 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

[Pre-Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

'Cause I'm not 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 like this

Behind these four walls

'Cause I ain't a doll

[Bridge]

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 I'm not bleeding

[Pre-Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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 like this

Behind these four walls

'Cause I ain't a doll

[Outro]

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