*LYRICS:* 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 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 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' 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 crackin' If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And 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 (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 crackin' 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 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 (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 crackin' (24/7 baby machine) 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. *Pin, maybe?*
ALL DAY EVERYDAY
THERAPIST, MOTHER, MAID, NYMPH, THEN A VIRGIN, NURSE THEN A SERVANT
JUST A APPENDIX, LIVE TO ATTEND HIM, SO THAT HE NEVER LIFTS A FINGER!!!
@@waterMELOWN-uq9rb24/7 BABY MACHINE, SO HE CAN LIVE HIS BIGGEST DREAMS
@@waterMELOWN-uq9rb 24/7 BABY MACHINE. SO HE CAN LIVE OUT HIS PICKET FENCE DREAMS.
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!
me after listening to the first 5 seconds: :o
hell YEAHHHH. this song is so empowering
it is!
THE POWER AND ALL OF THE ANCESTRAL RAGE I HAVE HAS BEEN AWAKENED BY THIS SONGGGG
MY GLORIOUS QUEEN RHAENRYA
*LYRICS:*
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
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
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' 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 crackin'
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
And 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 (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 crackin'
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 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 (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 crackin' (24/7 baby machine)
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.
*Pin, maybe?*
Thank you soo muchh😭❤️
Every women deserved respect and love ❤
WE DONT CALL HER MOTHER NATURE FOR NOTHING.
WE WILL NOT BE SILENCED
WOMAN DESERVE BETTER💋💯
"So he never lifts a finger". It is so sad, especially the second meaning 💔😥
The random strangling scene is so baffling to me. Book Rhaenyra never would've put up with it.
Book Daemon would have never done that in the first place
Rhaenyra: ... harder...
Daemon: what?
Rhaenyra: I said... He never told you?
@@infjelphabasupporter8416??
IF DAEMON HAS NO HATERS IT'S BECAUSE I'M DEAD.
YES
Who's daemon??
Paris paloma>>>
The fact that you can hear kids singing this.
its crazy how kids have to sing this , what this song is about , probably had happened to them, its crazy to think. society is so messed up.
@@heartsywartsyyys fr is so sad ❤ Im proud of them
The fact u can hear kids singing it🙁..
They doing good
This suits Nyra so much 😌 long live the queen 👑
rhaenyra :((
From 0:02 to 0:21 it just SLAYYYYYYYYS. (Edit:my comment got 9 likez ty
Thank you for making this, it is now my new favourite song its so good❤❤❤
if our love died would that be the worst thing* i felt that ❤
Eldest daughter syndrome :3
1:25 onwards omg
The fact that people adore Daemon after this scene is terrible.
Best part 1:02
♥️
ITS NOT AN ACT OF LOVE IF YOU MAKE HER!
2:06
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rhaenyra my poor girl