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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 SongtexteI 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 Aus Songtexte Mania