opinaletras.com
inicio
últimas
agregar
agregar opinión
agregar letra
listado artistas
listado de artistas por inicial:
#
a
b
c
d
e
f
g
h
i
j
k
l
m
n
o
p
q
r
s
t
u
v
w
x
y
z
>
Agregar Letra
Artista:
Canción:
Enviar Letra
inicio
artistas con inicial
T
letras de
The Waifs
SERVICE FEE
0 opinión
Letra y Significado de
SERVICE FEE,
The Waifs
Significados y Opiniones (
0
)
Letra
Oh no! Esta misteriosa letra aun no encontro explicación. Si estas acá, podes ser la primer persona que aporte el significado de esta canción. No es necesario registrarse, puede ser anonimo. Hace clic en el botón verde y envianos tu opinión.
:)
Envia tu opinión de SERVICE FEE
Envia tu opinión de SERVICE FEE
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 to dessert
you helped yourself
i could've charged you a service fee
for all you did to me
i should've charged you a service fee
for all you did to me
you helped yourself
It wasn't very pretty, it wasn't very kid
but i rather go deaf, paralysed or blind
but i lay back, held still by the fear
that you would smash me to pieces
and i'd die here
I carry knifes in my pockets, bullets in my guns
don't try to chase me i'm not going to run
and don't ever ask me, don't you dare begin
i'm not going to talk about it but god knows
i'm going to sing
god knows i am going to sing about it
No thank you boy i'd rather walk home alone
no thank you sir i'd rather walk home alone
no thank you brother i'd rather walk home alone
no thank you mister i'd rather walk home alone
Corregir Letra
Corregir Letra
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 to dessert you helped yourself i could've charged you a service fee for all you did to me i should've charged you a service fee for all you did to me you helped yourself It wasn't very pretty, it wasn't very kid but i rather go deaf, paralysed or blind but i lay back, held still by the fear that you would smash me to pieces and i'd die here I carry knifes in my pockets, bullets in my guns don't try to chase me i'm not going to run and don't ever ask me, don't you dare begin i'm not going to talk about it but god knows i'm going to sing god knows i am going to sing about it No thank you boy i'd rather walk home alone no thank you sir i'd rather walk home alone no thank you brother i'd rather walk home alone no thank you mister i'd rather walk home alone
Enviar Letra
-