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

I'm in way over my head

But to sink that low

I'd rather be dead

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 of chiffon

I'm in way over my head

But sink that low

I'd rather be dead