[Intro] (Uh, yeah...) (Warm Rhodes keys, smooth swung hip-hop drum beat, deep bass line) You spent a little money, took me out to eat... Now you act like I owe you something? Boy, please. [Verse 1] You picked the restaurant, you picked the wine, I had a good time, I’m not gonna lie. You bought the perfume on my neck last week, And you loved the way I looked when I kissed your cheek. Now you’re bringing up the total like a final bill, Checking your balance, asking how I feel. You thought a few favors bought a piece of my heart, But you mixed up the chemistry right from the start. I enjoyed the ride, yeah, I liked the breeze, But don't twist the terms just to get to your knees. [Pre-Chorus] (Swell of backing vocals, muted guitar accents) You’re counting up the credit that you think you spent, Acting like affection was a month of rent. I gave you my time, and that’s a luxury, So don't look at me like you’re collecting a fee. [Chorus] (Full mid-tempo bounce, layered female harmonies) There’s no receipt for the way I smile, No terms and conditions for hanging out a while. You can’t return a vibe when the season’s done, Or charge me for the night when we both had fun. You paid for the dinner, but you didn't buy me, I’m a free woman, honey, can’t you clearly see? So close up the ledger, put your pen away... 'Cause there’s no receipt on the love I don't pay. [Verse 2] (Bouncy 94 BPM groove, deep bass sliding under vocal) I saw you telling your boys I’m playing a game, Like I led you on just to drop your name. Let’s get it straight, babe, I pay my own lease, I buy my own jewelry, I live in my peace. I liked your company, you were sweet for a minute, But I never put a ring or a promise in it. You chose to step up, you chose to be kind, Don't turn your generosity into a crime. If you only give gifts just to get something back, Then your whole little strategy is off the track. [Pre-Chorus] (Swell of backing vocals, muted guitar accents) You’re counting up the credit that you think you spent, Acting like affection was a month of rent. I gave you my time, and that’s a luxury, So don't look at me like you’re collecting a fee. [Chorus] (Full mid-tempo bounce, layered female harmonies) There’s no receipt for the way I smile, No terms and conditions for hanging out a while. You can’t return a vibe when the season’s done, Or charge me for the night when we both had fun. You paid for the dinner, but you didn't buy me, I’m a free woman, honey, can’t you clearly see? So close up the ledger, put your pen away... 'Cause there’s no receipt on the love I don't pay. [Bridge] (Instrumentation strips down to warm electric keys and a steady kick drum, vocal close and intimate) Look, I ain't bitter and I ain't trying to be cold, Some stories just end before they get old. I appreciated every single thing you did, But I’m a grown woman, boy, not a little kid. If you thought a price tag could control my heart, Then you never really knew me from the very start. [Final Chorus] (Rich stacked harmonies, expressive vocal runs, full organic 2006 R&B groove) There’s no receipt for the way I smile (no, no, no...), No terms and conditions for hanging out a while (for hanging out a while). You can’t return a vibe when the season’s done (when the season's done!), Or charge me for the night when we both had fun. You paid for the dinner, but you didn't buy me (you didn't buy me, baby), I’m a free woman, honey, can’t you clearly see? So close up the ledger, put your pen away... 'Cause there’s no receipt on the love I don't pay. [Outro] (Rhodes chords fading, gentle ad-libs, low bass pulse) No receipt... Keep the change, baby. No Strings Attached. (Fade out)
