Taking Me Home — текст песни (Sleater-Kinney)

you come here to my work
you come here every day
to make sure i`m still here
you look at me that way
rings on my fingers and
bows in my hair
you think i`m your present
you`ll unwrap me here
is this a bad dream
is this really my life
well you wanna know
you`ll show me tonight
NOT FOR SALE
NOT YOUR GIRL
NOT YOUR THING
i`m here on the counter
with no money down
for nine ninety nine
you`re taking me home
a dozen red roses
a cute little house
a cheap little ring
the deal is cut, now
something is messed up here
something isn`t right
we`re s`posed to be free
i`m s`posed to be mine
this part of my body
that you`re pricing now
i`m cutting it off
i`m 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