[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