Lyric Doormat

I m not your doormat, your floormat
So don t wipe your feet on me
I m not the only Garibaldi
There s more fish in the sea
I m not your puppy, nor goldfish
So don t treat me like your pet
I m not your butterfly, so don t try
To chase me with your net I m not your kneaded eraser
So don t you wear me down
I m not your sledge, sledge hammer
I m no tool, that you pound
I m not your blacktop, for hopscotch
So don t jump all over me
I m not the place where the dogs roam
At the bottom of the tree Don t you treat me like I have no feelings
Don t you treat me like that, I have feelings
Don t treat me like that
Don t you treat me like that
Don t treat me like that
Don t you treat me like that! I m not your carefree, nor sugarless
Like the gum on your shoe,
I m not the ring round your finger
Nor am I wrapped around you
I m not your shoe string, your rope thing
So don t tie me in a knot
I m not your asphalt, with oil spots
So don t use me as a parking lot