---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -DollHouse- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Standard tuning Capo on 3rd fret Verse 1: D A I’m just a girl, you’re just a boy G D This is my heart, it’s not a toy A G So what’s with you playing with my mind D A We used to be cool, this used to be love G Now it’s become, something like a job D A G Like it or not, maybe things were changing right before our eyes Pre chorus: D A I tried to be a picture perfect girl G But you were in your own fantasy world D A Tryna control me like some kind of Barbie G but that just ain’t me Chorus 1: D A Cause I ain’t a doll, this aint a dollhouse G D A You’re way too old to be, puttin me down like this G and playing around like this D A I ain’t a doll, this ain’t a dollhouse G D A No, I could never be, stuck living life like this G behind these four walls,cause I ain’t a doll (small pause, strum chords D A G) Verse 2: You call the shots, right down to my shoes I liked what you liked cause you told me to And i don’t think that you could even tell I fell out of love, but it never showed I gave up on us so long ago But you’ll never know baby don’t pretend like you know me so well I tried to be a picture perfect girl but you were in your own fantasy world try to control me like some kind of Barbie but that just ain’t me I ain’t a doll, this ain't a dollhouse You’re way too old to be, puttin me down like this and playing around like this I ain’t a doll, this ain’t a dollhouse No, I could never be, stuck living life like this behind these four walls,cause I ain’t a doll I’ll never be made of plastic So glad that my heart’s elastic No matter what you do I’ll bounce back offa you Cut me but I’m not bleeding I tried to be a picture perfect girl but you were in your own fantasy world tryna to control me like some kind of Barbie but that just ain’t me I ain’t a doll, this ain't a dollhouse You’re way too old to be, puttin me down like this and playing around like this I ain’t a doll, this ain’t a dollhouse No I could never be, stuck living life like this Behind these four walls, I ain’t a doll And I come with imperfections Epitome of perfection if you can’t understand, loving the way I am then you’re no good for me, so glad i kept my receipt *the whole song is pretty much three chords*