Bright lights on my skin, feels like I’m on display, Every corner I turn, somebody’s got something to say. I only showed up for the music, to dance a little wild tonight, But the way you’re staring through me it doesn’t feel right. You call it a signal, I call it a weight. It’s not some hidden message, Just a girl trying to get through her day My smile’s not an invitation, Don’t read it like some open door. (oh oh) I don’t owe you conversation, Not the dream you’re reaching for. I’m more than pretty decoration, I don't need saving, I'm not that kind of girl. My make-up’s not a preparation, Not the center of my world Cameras flashing, the crowd gets tight, You cut in close like you’ve got the right. But the hair on my face it’s not a sign, You can’t stake a claim ā€˜cause I happen to shine. I’m not your poster, Not a headline for free. Don’t make up a story Hun you're, not impressing me My smile’s not an invitation, Don’t read it like some open door. (oh oh) I don’t owe you conversation, Not the dream you’re reaching for. I’m more than pretty decoration, I don't need saving, I'm not that kind of girl. My make-up’s not a preparation, Not the center of my world Yeah I'm pretty Yeah I'm beautiful and witty I'm a keeper, yeah I look good but none of it's for you. My smile’s not an invitation, Don’t read it like some open door. (oh oh) I don’t owe you conversation, Not the dream you’re reaching for. I’m more than pretty decoration, I don't need saving, I'm not that kind of girl. My make-up’s not a preparation, Don't you dare say I'm the center of your world Not an invitation… (don’t mistake me) Not an invitation… (I don’t belong to you) No, no, no…