Taking Me Home - Sleater Kinney

You come here to my work

You come here every day

To make sure Im still here

You look at me that way

Rings on my fingers and

Bows in my hair

You think Im your present

Youll unwrap me here

Is this a bad dream

Is this really my life

Well you wanna know

Youll show me tonight

I have this one face

And i only check out

It gets so far think it's time

Not for sale

Not your girl

Not your thing

Im here on the counter

With no money down

For nine ninety nine

Youre 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 isnt right

Were supposed to be free

Im supposed to be mine

This part of my body

That youre pricing now

Im cutting it off

Im 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