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