You broke down my door and let yourself in
You helped yourself to my soul and skin
You ate all you needed then had the nerve
To thank me for dinner
And help yourself to dessert
You helped yourself

And I could have charged you a service fee
All that you did to me
I could have charged you a service fee
All that you did to me
You helped yourself

It wasn't very pretty, it wasn't very kind
I'd rather go deaf, paralysed and blind
But I laid back, held still by the fear
That you would smash me to pieces
That I'd die here
I don't want to die here

You know I could have charged you a service fee
All that you did to me
I should have charged you a service fee
All that you did to me
You helped yourself

I carry knives in my pockets, bullets in my guns
Don't you try to chase me, I'm not gonna run
Don't you ever ask me, don't you dare to begin
I'm not gonna talk about it
But God knows I'm gonna sing
God knows I'm gonna sing about it

You know I could have charged you
Should have charged you
Could have charged you
I would have charged you

Should have charged you a service fee
All that you did to me
I could have charged you a service fee
All that you did to me
You helped yourself

Thank you, boy, I'd rather walk home alone
Thank you, sir, I'd rather walk home alone
Thank you, brother, I'd rather walk home alone
Thank you, mister, I'd rather walk home alone


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