text: You picked me out, miss pageant queen
  So I brushed my hair, and I stayed clean
  To be your girl, dont need a degree
  All I am is a trophy
  Im 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 Im not alright
  I have more to offer, I wont be your trophy wife
  Wi-ah-ah-ah-ife, a decoration to your life
  Li-ah-ah-ah-ife, Id rather be stars to your night
  Ni-ah-ah-ah-ght, so treat me right, right, right
  I wont be your trophy wife
  You think all I have to be is a chef
  And a freak in the sheets
  But, baby youre wrong
  Theres more to me
  Find someone еlse, who will be
  Im just a pretty painting on thе 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 Im not alright
  I have more to offer, I wont be your trophy wife
  Ah-ah-ah-ah, a decoration to your life
  Ah-ah-ah-ah, Id rather be stars to your night
  Ah-ah-ah-ah, so treat me right, right, right
  I wont be your trophy wife
  Not a grand prize
  Im not an object
  You didnt win me
  I just wanted love that would sustain me
  Keep me together oh, no, oh
  I wont be your trophy wife
  Ah-ah-ah-ah, a decoration to your life
  Ah-ah-ah-ah, Id rather be stars to your night
  Ah-ah-ah-ah, so treat me right, right, right
  I wont be your trophy wife