[00:03.17] All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
[00:05.79] Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
[00:08.56] Just an appendage, live to attend him
[00:11.40] So that he never lifts a finger
[00:14.37] 24∕7 baby machine
[00:16.66] So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[00:19.88] It's not an act of love if you make her
[00:22.75] You make me do too much labour
[00:27.33] Why are you hangin' on so tight
[00:32.53] To the rope that I'm hangin' from off this island?
[00:38.49] This was an escape plan (this was an escape plan), carefully timed it
[00:43.98] So let me go and dive into the waves below
[00:49.65] Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables?
[00:55.37] Emotional torture from the head of your high table
[01:01.05] Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring
[01:06.75] And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting?
[01:13.81] And I'm gettin' fucking tired
[01:17.17] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[01:19.92] If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
[01:23.07] For somebody I thought was my saviour
[01:25.64] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[01:28.78] The calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
[01:31.51] If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
[01:34.45] And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[01:37.22] You make me do too much labour
[01:41.41] Apologies from my tongue are never yours
[01:46.76] Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork
[01:52.66] I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise
[01:58.35] The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise
[02:03.82] If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her
[02:09.47] The emotional torture from the head of your high table
[02:15.12] She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate
[02:21.09] So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake
[02:28.03] At least I've gotta try
[02:31.13] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[02:34.28] If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
[02:37.39] For somebody I thought was my saviour
[02:39.70] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[02:42.81] The calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
[02:45.62] If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
[02:48.52] And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[02:51.11] You make me do too much labour
[02:54.30] All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
[02:56.87] Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
[02:59.67] Just an appendage, live to attend him
[03:02.94] So that he never lifts a finger
[03:05.72] 24∕7 baby machine
[03:08.38] So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:11.22] It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:14.32] You make me do too much labour
[03:17.24] All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
[03:20.04] Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
[03:22.91] Just an appendage, live to attend him
[03:25.46] So that he never lifts a finger
[03:28.39] 24∕7 baby machine
[03:31.23] So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:34.06] It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:36.86] You make me do too much labour
[03:39.90] The capillaries in my eyes (all day, every day)
[03:41.83] Are bursting (therapist, mother, maid)
[03:42.86] If our love died (nymph then virgin)
[03:43.98] Would that be the worst thing? (Nurse and a servant)
[03:45.76] For somebody (just an appendage)
[03:46.77] I thought was my saviour (live to attend him)
[03:48.30] You sure make (so that)
[03:49.67] Me do a whole lot of labour (he never lifts a finger)
[03:51.13] The calloused skin on (24/7)
[03:52.40] My hands is crackin' (baby machine)
[03:53.78] If our love ends (so he can live out)
[03:55.35] Would that be a bad thing? (His picket fence dreams)
[03:56.92] And the silence (it's not an act of love)
[03:58.61] Haunts our bed chamber (if you make her)
[03:59.75] You make me do too much labour
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