Take a look at my body Look at my hands There's so much here that I don't understand Your face-saving promises Whispered like prayers I don't need them 'Cause I've been treated so wrong,

Gonna get what's mine and wild horses couldn't keep it from me.
Papa says I'm a golden child and the whole world's gonna fall at my feet.
It's all coming to me.

Going down picking when it's harvest time,
Gonna get my share, gonna get what's mine for me.
Sun is a-blazing dow