Doormat
Im not your doormat, your floormat
So dont wipe your feet on me
Im not the only garibaldi
Theres more fish in the sea
Im not your puppy, nor goldfish
So dont treat me like your pet
Im not your butterfly, so dont try
To chase me with your net Im not your kneaded eraser
So dont you wear me down
Im not your sledge, sledge hammer
Im no tool, that you pound
Im not your blacktop, for hopscotch
So dont jump all over me
Im not the place where the dogs roam
At the bottom of the tree dont you treat me like I have no feelings
Dont you treat me like that, I have feelings
Dont treat me like that
Dont you treat me like that
Dont treat me like that
Dont you treat me like that! Im not your carefree, nor sugarless
Like the gum on your shoe,
Im not the ring round your finger
Nor am I wrapped around you
Im not your shoe string, your rope thing
So dont tie me in a knot
Im not your asphalt, with oil spots
So dont use me as a parking lot
song performed by Gwen Stefani
Added by Lucian Velea
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