My broom, you must now sweep for me
The dust it fills my room
No John, I will not sweep for you, for I am not your broom
 
What nonsense are you speaking broom?
My words you must obey
Another life awaits me and I'm leaving you today
 
I am not your broom
I am not your broom
I've had enough, I'm throwing off my chains of servitude
 
I am not your broom
I am not your broom
No longer will I sweep for you, for I am not your broom

Corrections? Let me know.