[00:00.00]Labour (you make me do too much labor) (Tiktok Version Originally Performed by Paris Paloma) - Larissa DeSoul
[00:01.09]Lyrics by：Larissa DeSoul
[00:01.34]Composed by：Justin Glasgow/Ted Jensen
[00:01.73]Why are you hanging on so tight
[00:06.98]To the rope that I'm hanging from
[00:10.73]Off this island this was an escape plan
[00:16.23]Carefully timed it
[00:18.22]So let me go
[00:20.83]And dive into the waves below
[00:24.14]Who tends the orchards
[00:26.85]Who fixes up the gables
[00:29.86]Emotional torture
[00:32.57]From the head of your high table
[00:35.41]Who fetches the water
[00:38.31]From the rocky mountain spring
[00:41.16]And walk back down again to feel your words
[00:45.00]And their sharp sting
[00:48.28]And I'm getting ******* tired
[00:51.63]The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[00:54.51]If our love died would that be the worst thing
[00:57.59]For somebody I thought was my saviour
[01:00.24]You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[01:03.29]The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
[01:06.02]If our love ended
[01:07.50]Would that be a bad thing
[01:09.08]And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[01:11.69]You make me do too much labour
[01:27.35]Apologies from my tongue
[01:30.95]And never yours
[01:32.70]Busy lapping from flowing cup
[01:35.54]And stabbing with your fork
[01:38.64]I know you're a smart man
[01:40.52]I know you're a smart man
[01:42.16]And weaponise
[01:44.32]The false incompetence
[01:46.39]It's dominance under a guise
[01:50.03]If we had a daughter
[01:52.85]I'd watch and could not save her
[01:55.42]The emotional torture
[01:58.26]From the head of your high table
[02:01.19]She'd do what you taught her
[02:04.24]She'd meet the same cruel fate
[02:07.02]So now I've gotta run
[02:09.25]So I can undo this mistake
[02:14.10]At least I've gotta try
[02:17.37]The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[02:20.17]If our love died would that be the worst thing
[02:23.06]For somebody I thought was my saviour
[02:25.93]You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[02:28.96]The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
[02:31.57]If our love ends would that be a bad thing
[02:34.73]And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[02:37.32]You make me do too much labour
[02:40.09]All day every day therapist mother maid
[02:43.05]Nymph then a virgin nurse then a servant
[02:45.86]Just an appendage live to attend him
[02:48.72]So that he never lifts a finger
[02:51.53]24 7 baby machine
[02:54.25]So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[02:57.19]It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:00.28]You make me do too much labour
[03:03.12]All day every day therapist mother maid
[03:05.85]Nymph then virgin nurse and a servant
[03:08.72]Just an appendage live to attend him
[03:11.60]So that he never lifts a finger
[03:14.39]24 7 baby machine
[03:17.09]So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:20.07]It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:23.01]You make me do too much labour
[03:25.87]All day every day
[03:27.22]Are bursting therapist mother maid
[03:29.04]If our love died nymph then virgin
[03:31.55]Would that be the worst thing
[03:33.23]Nurse then a servant
[03:34.44]For somebody just an appendage
[03:36.12]I thought was my saviour
[03:37.33]24 7 baby machine
[03:39.85]So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:42.82]It's not an act of love if you take her
[03:45.85]You make me do too much labour