Yes, I could relieve my coachman Get rid of my servants as fast as I can Yes, I could sell my beloved Hat My coat, my shoes, I can do that Yes, I could crawl before the master Do as he says work much faster Yes, I could ask him for a loan Watch him smiling from his throne
I'm in way over my head But to sink that low I'd rather be dead
I could get served less expensive food But I would fall in a sullen mood Eat normal food, no french cuisine Travel Europe not the Carribean
Yes, I could abandon all my precious things Change my life and see what the future brings
Yes, I could say "I like what you do" Say "I love, who you are and what you look like too I could get dressed in these rags you have on Though they aren't made off chiffon