- Votes:
- Composers:
- Stefani
- Eric Stefani
- Gwen Kanal
- Tony
 
- Genres:
- Pop
- Rock
 
- Tags:
- 1992
- ska
- third wave ska
 
- See also:
No Doubt - Doormat lyrics
I'm not your doormat, your floormat
 So don't wipe your feet on me
 I'm not the only garibaldi
 There's more fish in the sea
 I'm not your puppy, nor goldfish
 So don't treat me like your pet
 I'm not your butterfly, so don't try
 To chase me with your net I'm not your kneaded eraser
 So don't you wear me down
 I'm not your sledge, sledge hammer
 I'm no tool, that you pound
 I'm not your blacktop, for hopscotch
 So don't jump all over me
 I'm not the place where the dogs roam
 At the bottom of the tree don't you treat me like I have no feelings
 Don't you treat me like that, I have feelings
 Don't treat me like that
 Don't you treat me like that
 Don't treat me like that
 Don't you treat me like that! I'm not your carefree, nor sugarless
 Like the gum on your shoe,
 I'm not the ring 'round your finger
 Nor am I wrapped around you
 I'm not your shoe string, your rope thing
 So don't tie me in a knot
 I'm not your asphalt, with oil spots
 So don't use me as a parking loti'm not your doormat, your floormatNo Doubt - Doormat - http://motolyrics.com/no-doubt/doormat-lyrics.html
 So don't wipe your feet on me
 I'm not the only garibaldi
 There's more fish in the sea
 I'm not your puppy, nor goldfish
 So don't treat me like your pet
 I'm not your butterfly, so don't try
 To chase me with your net I'm not your kneaded eraser
 So don't you wear me down
 I'm not your sledge, sledge hammer
 I'm no tool, that you pound
 I'm not your blacktop, for hopscotch
 So don't jump all over me
 I'm not the place where the dogs roam
 At the bottom of the tree don't you treat me like I have no feelings
 Don't you treat me like that, I have feelings
 Don't treat me like that
 Don't you treat me like that
 Don't treat me like that
 Don't you treat me like that! I'm not your carefree, nor sugarless
 Like the gum on your shoe,
 I'm not the ring 'round your finger
 Nor am I wrapped around you
 I'm not your shoe string, your rope thing
 So don't tie me in a knot
 I'm not your asphalt, with oil spots
 So don't use me as a parking lot













