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I will never be that

No not someone's doormat

I would rather be dead

Than to live with that dread

You cannot take what's left of me

And bring me down onto my knees

Not a play thing in a g-string

Not a scapegoat sowing your wild oats

Not a victim to depict in

Your perversion some sick excursion

You will never get the best of me

You are never going to

Make me bleed

I'm not going to sit here

Living my life in fear

Revealing truths under lies

Control under love's disguise

You cannot take what's left of me

And bring me down onto my knees

Not a play thing in a g-string

Not a scapegoat sowing your wild oats

Not a victim to depict in

Your perversion some sick excursion

You will never get the best of me

You are never going to

Make me bleed

You cannot take what's left of me

And bring me down onto my knees

Not a play thing in a g-string

Not a scapegoat sowing your wild oats

Not a victim to depict in

Your perversion some sick excursion

You will never get the best of me

You are never going to

Make me bleed