Paris Paloma - Labour (Lyrics)

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Labour Lyrics - You make me do Too much labor All day everyday 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 The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died Would that be the worst thing? Partner Channels:

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