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I wrote this song when I was incredibly sugar high and it was super late. I wasn't really thinking, but then a couple days later, saw the lyrics and set down a track to it insanely fast. Hope you like it! :)


Submitted:Apr 2, 2013    Reads: 22    Comments: 1    Likes: 3   


Blank faces
Glass eyes
I can make you come alive
Ice cold
Tinge of blue
What's new is old
And old is new

I am not a doll
I am not a toy
I am not a whore
I am not your type, boy.

You like 'em dumb
You like them fake
You want fast beats
Make their asses shake
Cool demeanor
Eye on the ball
You got what it takes
To make 'em fall

I am not a doll
I am not a toy
I am not a whore
I am not your type, boy

Leave the moves on the floor
Get your foot in that door
Leave your moves on the floor
Leave your moves
Leave your moves
Leave your moves on the floor

I am not a doll
I am not a toy
I am not a whore,
But I'm what you want, boy.





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