Mannequin

I got nothing to give you
Nothing to offer
I’ve got nothing to sell you
That hasn’t been given away
I’ve got nothing to tell you
It all has been bartered
My heart is a weekend market
On a Sunday
You don’t love me, as far as I can tell
You don’t love me, at least not very well
Take a look at all the streets
Where you’ve been walkin', walkin'
Only you know where you’ve been
And I know you’ve got a thing
For window shoppin', shoppin'
But baby, I am not your mannequin
Well I’ve been picked over long ago
And I don’t care what you say
I’m old enough to know
That love is not for display
When you’re weary of the show
And you’ve wandered far astray
Don’t go knockin' on my window
On a Sunday
You don’t love me, as far as I can tell
You don’t love me, at least not very well
Take a look at all the streets
Where you’ve been walkin', walkin'
Only you know where you’ve been
And I know you’ve got a thing
For window shoppin', shoppin'
But baby, I am not your mannequin
My love will not so easily be bought and sold
My love will not so easily do what it’s told
You don’t love me, at least not very well, oh
Take a look at all the streets
Where you’ve been walkin', walkin'
Only you know where you’ve been
And I know you’ve got a thing
For window shoppin', shoppin'
But baby, I am not your mannequin