Doormat

I'm not your doormat, your floormat 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, nor goldfish So don't treat me like your pet I'm not your butterfly, so don't try To chase me with your net I'm not your kneaded eraser So don't you wear me down I'm not your sledge, sledge hammer I'm no tool, that you pound I'm not your blacktop, for hopscotch So 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 'round 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