I'm not your doormat, your floormatSo don't wipe your
feet on meI'm not the only GaribaldiThere's more fish
in the seaI'm not your puppy, nor goldfishSo don't
treat me like your petI'm not your butterfly, so don't
tryTo chase me with your net I'm not your kneaded eraserSo
don't you wear me downI'm not your sledge, sledge
hammerI'm no tool, that you poundI'm not your
blacktop, for hopscotchSo don't jump all over meI'm
not the place where the dogs roamAt the bottom of the tree
Don't you treat me like I have no feelingsDon't you
treat me like that, I have feelingsDon't treat me like
thatDon't you treat me like thatDon't treat me like
thatDon't you treat me like that! I'm not your
carefree, nor sugarlessLike the gum on your shoe,I'm not
the ring 'round your fingerNor am I wrapped around
youI'm not your shoe string, your rope thingSo don't
tie me in a knotI'm not your asphalt, with oil spotsSo
don't use me as a parking lot