Every day, you want me to make Something I hate, all for your sake I'm such a fake, I'm just a doll I'm a rip-off, and it turns you on Put on your clothes Then I polish my toes Then I powder my nose In case you get close (get too close, baby) Knock on your door Then I put on a show Then I gave you the floor And you just froze Every day, you want me to make Something I hate, all for your sake I'm such a fake, I'm just a doll I'm a rip-off, and it turns you on And it turns you on And it turns you on And it turns you on Someone has to do it (do it) So I guess I will (me) You want more influence And I, I can be your flint I can be your flint I can be your flint (can I be yours?) I can be your boy And it turns you on And it turns you on And it turns you on And it turns you on