Taking Me Home

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

I have this one

...

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 cheap little house

A cheap little ring

The deal is cut now

Something is messed up here

Something isn't right

We're supposed to be free

I'm supposed 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