Should've Left You - La Toya Jackson

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

«You're not supposed to say just what you want»

And I feared for life

Because of your bets and threats and bribes

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

A profit to you with the size of my pants

And you control me with my own finance

I don’t know what I was thinking

I should’ve left you but I had no chance

A profit to you with the size of my pants

I was your puppet and you made me dance

Strings are cut and now I’m living

You know you didn’t get away with this 'cause

In your small world

You’re just without the Miss (nothin'without the Miss)

And if you think that I am

Gonna sit around and take your sh1t

Then you must be thinkin’that I am

Still your bill-payin'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

A profit to you with the size of my pants

And you control me with my own finance

I don’t know what I was thinking

I should’ve left you but I had no chance

A profit to you with the size of my pants

I was your puppet and you made me dance

Strings are cut and now I’m living

Hypnotized by your lies

Playboy made me cry, broke out in hives

Leavin’me, scarin’me, on my knees

Beggin’please, don’t hit me please

Couldn’t run out the door

'Cause you stole my ends

And then you stole my freakin’Benz

You S.O.B., you f’d with me, you shoulda be a thankin’me, 'cause you were so

damn poor

You S.O.B., you f’d with me, you shoulda be a thankin’me, you S.O.B.

, and know you’ll never be

I should’ve left you but I had no chance

A profit to you with the size of my pants

And you control me with my own finance

I don’t know what I was thinking

I should’ve left you but I had no chance

A profit to you with the size of my pants

I was your puppet and you made me dance

Strings are cut and now I’m living

I should’ve left you but I had no chance

A profit to you with the size of my pants

And you control me with my own finance

I don’t know what I was thinking

I should’ve left you but I had no chance

A profit to you with the size of my pants

I was your puppet and you made me dance

Strings are cut and now I’m living

Did you get her?

No, boss, I’m sorry… she got away.