I also like how the song at first sounds more slow and calm, and in the second part it's more energetic, like representing the evolution of female position
🎉 LYRICS 🎉 One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (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 your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking 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? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a 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 ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then 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 All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour
This song helps me realize im not the only one struggling and it gives me a comforting message ❤ i love that it genuinely shows what we go through together.
*all day, every day* *therapist, mother, maid* nymph then a virgin, nurse than a servant just an appendage, live to attend him *so that he never lifts a finger* having dads w anger issues who use you as a therapist, mother figure, and maid
I'm the eldest and only daughter in my family, my older brother has a drinking problem so I'm the one who takes care of my 4 younger brothers, my mother left when I was little and my dad's ill, so I take care of things around the house, can relate.
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2:20 best part for you guys :)
I also like how the song at first sounds more slow and calm, and in the second part it's more energetic, like representing the evolution of female position
🎉 LYRICS 🎉 One, two, three
Why are you hanging on so tight
To the rope that I'm hanging from?
Off this island, this was an escape plan (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 your words and their sharp sting
And I'm getting fucking 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?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour
You make me do too much labour
Apologies from my tongue, and never yours
Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork
I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise
The false incompetence, it's dominance under a 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 ends, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
Nymph then a virgin, nurse then 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
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
(The capillaries in my eyes are bursting)
Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant
(If our love died, would that be the worst thing?)
Just an appendage, live to attend him
(For somebody I thought was my saviour)
So that he never lifts a finger
(You sure make me do a whole lot of labour)
24-7, baby machine
(The calloused skin on my hands is crackin')
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
(If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?)
It's not an act of love if you make her
(And the silence haunts our bed chamber)
You make me do too much labour
This song helps me realize im not the only one struggling and it gives me a comforting message ❤ i love that it genuinely shows what we go through together.
This song just means so much to me. ❤
YES thank you for the excellent song choice.
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*all day, every day*
*therapist, mother, maid*
nymph then a virgin, nurse than a servant
just an appendage, live to attend him
*so that he never lifts a finger*
having dads w anger issues who use you as a therapist, mother figure, and maid
This song is so good and empowering
I'm the eldest and only daughter in my family, my older brother has a drinking problem so I'm the one who takes care of my 4 younger brothers, my mother left when I was little and my dad's ill, so I take care of things around the house, can relate.
Love the video keep up the good work 👏 👍 👌 💪
thanks!❤
When the chippettes finally stand up to Alvin’s bs 🐿️
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I feel like every women absolutely loves this song and relates to it
2:20 Coming From A Huge Family Its Relatable..