𝑳𝑨𝑫 𝒁𝑶𝑵𝑬 + 𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑺

written by a woman who has, no doubt, never worked a fuckin day in her life. "who tends the orchards, who fixes the gables" men. men, always and probably forever men. we fix, we build, we work and we tend to not bitch unless there's a REALLY good reason for it. but nah, in an environment where women have been given damn near everything on a silver platter in the west, let's write a song about how women do all the real work and men just dictate. yup. shit pisses me off. i don't work 40+ hours a week in a machine shop to then get told i'm a boss who doesn't do anything.

https://genius.com/Paris-paloma-labour-lyrics [Verse 1] Why are you hangin' on So tight To the rope that I'm hangin' 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 gettin' fuckin' tired [Chorus] 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 You might also like Candy Necklace Lana Del Rey Sweet Lana Del Rey Kintsugi Lana Del Rey [Post-Chorus] (You make me do too much labour) [Verse 2] Apologies from my tongue 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Bridge] 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 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 [Chorus] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting (All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid) If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant) For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him) You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (So that he never lifts a finger) The calloused skin on my hands is cracking (24/7 baby machine) So if our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket-fence dreams) And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It's not an act of love if you make her) You make me do too much labour

every time I hear the first second of that song my cortisol gets a lil higher

It’s nice when they use this audio so I can immediately know I’m about to see the dumbest opinion of all time without even having to look.

BULLSHIT

honse enjoy the outfit while it lasts, she's getting a new one when her contract is up

Since Canadians couldn’t take out their natural bloodlust in war via warcrimes (banned) they have turned inwards using MAID instead.