You picked me out, miss pageant queen
So I brushed my hair, and I stayed clean
To be your girl, don't need a degree
All I am is a trophy
I'm just a pretty painting on the wall, that is your life
You put me on your shelf and show your friends a pretty sight
You start feeling up my body, but you know I'm not alright
I have more to offer, I won't be your trophy wife
A decoration to your life
I'd rather be stars to your night
So treat me right, right, right
I won't be your trophy wife
You think all I have to be is a chef
And a freak in the sheets
But, baby, you're wrong
There's more to me
Find someone else who will be
I'm just a pretty painting on the wall, that is your life
You put me on your shelf and show your friends a pretty sight
You start feeling up my body, but you know I'm not alright
I have more to offer, I won't be your trophy wife
A decoration to your life
I'd rather be stars to your night
So treat me right, right, right
I won't be your trophy wife
Not a grand prize
I'm not an object
You didn't win me
I just wanted love that would sustain me
Keep me together, oh, no, oh
I won't be your trophy wife
A decoration to your life
I'd rather be stars to your night
So treat me right, right, right
I won't be your trophy wife
(I won't be your trophy wife)
(I won't be your trophy wife)
(I won't be your trophy wife)
(I won't be your trophy wife)
