Like a sweet silhouette of a summer day, am I what you want?
Pistol whip the candy off a cliché, a brokenhearted debutante
Don't fold me to your figment, dressed up in doubt
You like to use your scissors, don't cut me out
You pin me up, just to tear me down, I'm not your paperdoll
It's by design, you change your mind, 'til I'm nothing at all
Like a see thru smile stamped on my face, you see what you want
Molded to a mirror of your distaste, for brokenhearted blondes
You wanted two dimensions, dirty and devout
You like to use your scissors, don't cut me out
You pin me up, just to tear me down, I'm not your paperdoll
It's by design, you change your mind, 'til I'm nothing at all
All about how you look, not how you're living
You think that it's me, but it isn't
Perfection's not what you're missing
But you just can't stop cutting and clipping
You pin me up, just to tear me down, I'm not your paperdoll
It's by design, you change your mind, 'til I'm nothing at all
Go on, rip me up, come on, dress me down, pin me to your wall
You lift me up, just to pull me down, but I'm not your paper doll
You pin me up, just to tear me down, I'm not your paperdoll
It's by design, you change your mind, 'til I'm nothing at all
