Every day, you want me to make
Something I hate, all for your sake
I'm such a fake, I'm just a doll
I'm a rip-off, and it turns you on
Put on your clothes
Then I polish my toes
Then I powder my nose
In case you get close (get too close, baby)
Knock on your door
Then I put on a show
Then I gave you the floor
And you just froze
Every day, you want me to make
Something I hate, all for your sake
I'm such a fake, I'm just a doll
I'm a rip-off, and it turns you on
And it turns you on
And it turns you on
And it turns you on
Someone has to do it (Do it)
So, I guess I will (Me)
You want more than flowers
And I, I can be your fling
I can be your fling
I can be your fling (Can I be yours?)
I can be your boy
And it turns you on
And it turns you on
And it turns you on
And it turns you on
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