labour (Explicit)歌词

labour (Explicit) - Paris Paloma
Why are you hanging on
So tight
To the rope that I'm hanging from
Off this island
This was an escape plan
Carefully timed it
So let me go
And dive into the waves below
Who tends the orchards
Who fixes up the gables
Emotional torture
From the head of your high table
Who fetches the water
From the rocky mountain spring
And walk back down again
To feel you words and their sharp sting
And I'm getting ******* tired
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
If our love died would that be the worst thing
For somebody I thought was my saviour
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
If our love ended would that be a bad thing
As the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour
Apologies from my tongue
Never yours
Busy lapping from flowing cup
And stabbing with your fork
I know you're a smart man
And weaponise
The false incompetence
It's dominance under guise
If we had a daughter
I'd watch and could not save her
The emotional torture
From the head of your high table
She'd do what you taught her
She'd meet the same cruel fate
So now I've gotta run
So I can undo this mistake
At least I've gotta try
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
If our love died would that be the worst thing
For somebody I thought was my saviour
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
If our love ended would that be a bad thing
As the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour
All day every day therapist mother maid
Nymph then virgin nurse and a servant
Just an appendage live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
24/7 baby machine
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour
All day every day therapist mother maid
Nymph then virgin nurse and a servant
Just an appendage live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
24/7 baby machine
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
If our love died would that be the worst thing
For somebody I thought was my saviour
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
24/7 baby machine
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour

[00:00.00]labour (Explicit) - Paris Paloma
[00:04.59]Why are you hanging on
[00:08.38]So tight
[00:09.88]To the rope that I'm hanging from
[00:13.62]Off this island
[00:16.13]This was an escape plan
[00:19.57]Carefully timed it
[00:21.17]So let me go
[00:23.69]And dive into the waves below
[00:27.30]Who tends the orchards
[00:29.98]Who fixes up the gables
[00:32.90]Emotional torture
[00:35.66]From the head of your high table
[00:38.39]Who fetches the water
[00:41.33]From the rocky mountain spring
[00:43.94]And walk back down again
[00:46.33]To feel you words and their sharp sting
[00:51.02]And I'm getting ******* tired
[00:54.82]The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[00:57.45]If our love died would that be the worst thing
[01:00.56]For somebody I thought was my saviour
[01:02.93]You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[01:06.33]The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
[01:08.94]If our love ended would that be a bad thing
[01:11.86]As the silence haunts our bed chamber
[01:14.63]You make me do too much labour
[01:30.66]Apologies from my tongue
[01:34.02]Never yours
[01:35.64]Busy lapping from flowing cup
[01:38.80]And stabbing with your fork
[01:41.83]I know you're a smart man
[01:45.09]And weaponise
[01:47.52]The false incompetence
[01:49.35]It's dominance under guise
[01:52.91]If we had a daughter
[01:55.59]I'd watch and could not save her
[01:58.37]The emotional torture
[02:01.32]From the head of your high table
[02:04.06]She'd do what you taught her
[02:07.24]She'd meet the same cruel fate
[02:09.93]So now I've gotta run
[02:12.39]So I can undo this mistake
[02:17.24]At least I've gotta try
[02:20.32]The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[02:23.18]If our love died would that be the worst thing
[02:26.26]For somebody I thought was my saviour
[02:28.74]You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[02:32.00]The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
[02:34.73]If our love ended would that be a bad thing
[02:37.58]As the silence haunts our bed chamber
[02:40.36]You make me do too much labour
[02:43.11]All day every day therapist mother maid
[02:46.06]Nymph then virgin nurse and a servant
[02:48.89]Just an appendage live to attend him
[02:51.70]So that he never lifts a finger
[02:54.64]24/7 baby machine
[02:57.13]So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:00.32]It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:03.10]You make me do too much labour
[03:05.98]All day every day therapist mother maid
[03:08.89]Nymph then virgin nurse and a servant
[03:11.71]Just an appendage live to attend him
[03:14.52]So that he never lifts a finger
[03:17.48]24/7 baby machine
[03:19.85]So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:22.95]It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:25.95]You make me do too much labour
[03:28.73]The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[03:31.73]If our love died would that be the worst thing
[03:34.57]For somebody I thought was my saviour
[03:37.37]You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[03:40.40]24/7 baby machine
[03:42.84]So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:46.03]It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:48.84]You make me do too much labour