you come here to my work
you come here every day
to make sure i'm still here

you look at me that way

rings on my fingers and

bows in my hair
you think i'm your present
you'll unwrap me here


is this a bad dream
is this really my life

well you wanna know
you'll show me tonight


NOT FOR SALE
NOT YOUR GIRL
NOT YOUR THING


i'm here on the counter
with no money down

for nine ninety nine
you're taking me home


a dozen red roses
a cute little house
a cheap little ring

the deal is cut, now

something is messed up here

something isn't right
we're s'posed to be free
i'm s'posed to be mine


this part of my body
that you're pricing now

i'm cutting it off
i'm throwing it out


NOT FOR SALE
NOT YOUR GIRL
NOT YOUR THING


i got me mixed up with somebody else
i got me mixed up with somebody else