I don’t know how I got away at last
Look at me sitting here all sweat and tears ‘cause I
Ran away and cut the cords to the board
You were pinning me all along

That board of trophies
You were pinning me
On your board of trophies
All those girls a winning [bad word] away and live my life without you
I don’t wanna be your trophy

At first I thought you’d care for me
But then I heard you brag, I saw you laugh
You said I caught her and I’m gonna make her mine
She suits me and she’s number seventy nine 

On my board of trophies...

So here I am all alone I’ve learned my share
My broken heart will mend in time
My pride will carry my head up and high
No way you are not gonna get me tied 
Biedermann / Bettinaglio ©2002