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They see something in us that we can’t perceive

Something that we go on letting them believe

They’ll never understand, they’re just too naive

I’m not your girlfriend, I’m your plaything



More than flirting, or a touch or two

Behind closed doors, they don’t know what we do

We keep it locked away, so they don’t have a clue

I’m not your girlfriend, I’m your plaything



Dirty conversations arise from dirty minds

Lost in the mood created, lost inside the grind  

Forget we’ll never be, just let go, unwind

I’m not your girlfriend, I’m your plaything



And this is it, all it’s going to be

Strictly physical between you and me

No emotions shown, we leave ourselves free

I’m not your girlfriend, I’m your plaything



I’m not going to ask for more, I don’t need a lot

My body’s so distracted by such things I’ve never thought

But between right and wrong is where my heart has gotten caught

I’m not your girlfriend, I’m your plaything



And then I look into your eyes and suddenly I’m weak

You smile and I lose control, I can’t even speak

I’m rendered still with just your touch, it must be your technique

I should be your girlfriend, not your plaything