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I tried to be your picture perfect girl
But you were in your own fantasy world
Trynna control me
Like some kind of barbie
But that just ain’t me

I ain’t a doll
This ain’t a dollhouse

And i come with imperfection
Epitome of perfection
If you can’t understand
Loving the way i am
Then you’re no good for me
So glad i kept my receipt