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The Waifs - Service Fee lyrics
You broke down my door and let yourself in Helped yourself to my soul and skin You ate all you needed and then had the nerve To thank me for dinner and help yourself tp dessert You helped yourself I couldve chaged you a service fee For all you did to me I shouldve chged you a service fee For all you did to me You helped yourself It wasnt very pretty, it wasnt very kid But I rathr go deaf, paralysed or blind But I lay back, held still by the fear That you would smash me to pieces And Id die here I carry knifes in my pockets, bullets in my guns Dont try to chase me Im not going to run And dont ever ask me, dont you dare begin Im not going to talk about it but god knows Im going to sing God knows I am going to sing about it No thankyou boy Id rather walk home alone No thank you sir Id rather walk home alone No thank you brother Id rather walk home alone No thankyou mister Id rather walk home alone |
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