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Should've Left You
La Toya Jackson
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A-ha ha ha, a-ha ha baby
A-ha ha ha, a-ha ha baby
A trench coat with a pimp stare
Came into my life and tried to ruin it from there
And I got sick of all your games and lies
A smack here and a smack there
And I'm supposed to say just what you want
And I feared for life because of your
Death threats and bribes (fuck you)
You can blame it on my parents
You can blame it on the fact that I'm a jack
You can call it what you want
Yeah, it hurt but I bounced right back
I should've left you but I had no chance
Got to do with the size of my pants
And you controlled me with my own finance
I don't know what I was thinking
I should've left you but I had no chance
Got to do with the size of my pants
I was your puppet and you made me dance
Strings all cut and now I'm living
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A-ha ha ha, a-ha ha baby
You know you can't get away with this
'Cause in your small world
You're just without the miss (you're nothing without the miss)
And if you think that I am
Gonna sit around and just take your shit
Then you must be thinking that I am
Still your bill paying fool
You can blame it on my parents
You can blame it on the fact that I'm a jack
You can call it what you want
Yeah, it hurt but I bounced right back
I should've left you but I had no chance
Got to do with the size of my pants
And you controlled me with my own finance
I don't know what I was thinking
I should've left you but I had no chance
Got to do with the size of my pants
I was your puppet and you made me dance
Strings all cut and now I'm living
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Hypnotized by your lies
Playboy made me cry
I broke out in hives
Beating me, scaring me
On my knees begging please
Don't hit me please
Couldn't run out the door
You little whore
Stole my ins and then you stole my freaking Benz
You S.O.B., you effing thief
You should be thanking me 'cause you were so damn poor
You S.O.B., you effing thief
You should be thanking me
You S.O.B. with no good empathy
I should've left you but I had no chance
Got to do with the size of my pants
And you controlled me with my own finance
I don't know what I was thinking
I should've left you but I had no chance
Got to do with the size of my pants
I was your puppet and you made me dance
Strings all cut and now I'm living
I should've left you but I had no chance
Got to do with the size of my pants
And you controlled me with my own finance
I don't know what I was thinking
I should've left you but I had no chance
Got to do with the size of my pants
I was your puppet and you made me dance
Strings all cut and now I'm living
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A-ha ha ha, a-ha ha baby
Did you get her?
No boss, I'm sorry she got away
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