[00:00.000] 作曲 : Paris Paloma
[00:00.740]All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
[00:05.480]Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
[00:08.310]Just an appendage, live to attend him
[00:11.060]So that he never lifts a finger
[00:14.090]24/7 baby machine
[00:16.540]So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[00:19.690]It's not an act of love if you make her
[00:22.570]You make me do too much labour
[00:25.490]Why are you hangin' on so tight
[00:31.780]To the rope that I'm hangin' from off this island?
[00:37.780]This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan) carefully timed it
[00:43.690]So let me go and dive into the waves below
[00:48.300]Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables?
[00:55.180]Emotional torture from the head of your high table
[01:00.670]Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring?
[01:06.290]And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting?
[01:12.380]And I'm gettin' ****ing tired
[01:17.050]The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[01:20.120]If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
[01:22.660]For somebody I thought was my saviour
[01:25.540]You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[01:28.470]The calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
[01:31.300]If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
[01:34.100]And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[01:36.850]You make me do too much labour
[01:39.890]Apologies from my tongue, never yours
[01:46.600]Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork
[01:51.900]I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man) and weaponise
[01:57.740]The false incompetence, it's dominance under guise
[02:03.260]If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her
[02:09.480]The emotional torture from the head of your high table
[02:14.880]She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate
[02:20.880]So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake
[02:26.840]At least I've gotta try
[02:31.190]The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[02:34.140]If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
[02:36.940]For somebody I thought was my saviour
[02:39.780]You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[02:42.660]The calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
[02:45.480]If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
[02:48.300]And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[02:51.140]You make me do too much labour
[02:54.060]All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
[02:56.890]Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
[02:59.730]Just an appendage, live to attend him
[03:02.540]So that he never lifts a finger
[03:05.410]24/7 baby machine
[03:08.000]So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:10.960]It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:13.920]You make me do too much labour
[03:16.880]All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
[03:19.650]Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
[03:22.510]Just an appendage, live to attend him
[03:25.370]So that he never lifts a finger
[03:28.250]24/7 baby machine
[03:30.810]So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:33.840]It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:36.790]You make me do too much labour
[03:39.780]The capillaries in my eyes are bursting (All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid)
[03:42.780]If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant)
[03:45.420]For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him)
[03:48.400]You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (So that he never lifts a finger)
[03:51.220]The calloused skin on my hands is crackin' (24/7 baby machine)
[03:54.170]If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams)
[03:56.850]And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It's not an act of love if you make her)
[03:59.780]You make me do too much labour