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Doormat

Album: 1992 - No Doubt Durasi: 2:25

Whoo! Hey

Knock-ock-ock, knock away

Oh, and okay

Huh, take a hook ta

I'm not your doormat, your floor mat

So don't wipe your feet on me

I'm not the only Garibaldi

There's more fish in the sea

I'm not your puppy, your goldfish

So don't treat me like your pet

Hey, I'm not your butterfly, so don't chase me with your net

I'm not your kneaded eraser

So don't you wear me down

I'm not your sledge, sledgehammer

I'm no tool that you pound

I'm not your blacktop or hopscotch

Don't jump all over me

I'm not the place where the dogs roam

At the bottom of the tree

Don't you treat me like I have no feelings

Don't you treat me like that, I have feelings

Don't treat me like that

Don't you treat me like that

Don't treat me like that

Don't you treat me like that

I'm not your carefree, nor sugarless

Like the gum on your shoe

I'm not the ring around your finger

Nor am I wrapped around you

I'm not your shoe string, your rope thing

So don't tie me in a knot

I'm not your asphalt, with oil spots

So don't use me as a parking lot

Don't you treat me like I have no feelings

Don't you treat me like that, I have feelings

Don't you treat me like I have no feelings

Feelings, feelings, feelings, feelings

Huh!