Made to Order

Oh, you thought I’d fit your frame,

Like a doll without a name,

Pick my lips and paint my face,

But I don’t play that way.

You got a checklist, oh, so neat,

Long legs, soft voice, petite,

But darling, I don’t fit the mold,

I break it, burn it, watch it fold.

You want sugar, spice, a perfect prize,

But baby, I bite—so think twice.

I’m not made to order, not built for display,

Ain’t your little project, won’t bend to obey.

You want a dream girl, stitched up tight,

But I’m a wildfire, kiss goodbye.

Plastic hearts and Barbie lies,

That’s the love you fantasize,

But I got edges, I got scars,

I don’t fit in cookie jars.

You say "smile, be nice, behave,"

But I don’t jump—I make waves.

You can’t script me, can’t control,

I play my part and take the whole.

You want sugar, spice, a perfect prize,

But baby, I bite—so think twice.

I’m not made to order, not built for display,

Ain’t your little project, won’t bend to obey.

You want a dream girl, stitched up tight,

But I’m a wildfire, kiss goodbye.

You can’t reprogram me,

Ain’t no strings attached, see?

Take me or leave me,

But I won’t be easy.

Oh, you thought I’d fit your frame,

Like a doll without a name,

But I’m real, I’m raw, I shine,

Not a toy—this fire’s mine.