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Labour Lyrics – Paris Paloma

Labour Lyrics – Paris Paloma

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Labour Song is sung by Paris Paloma. The song is from the album

Labour Lyrics – Paris Paloma

You Make Me Do Too Much Labour

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

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So He Can Live Out His Picket Fence Dream
It’s Not an Act of Love
If You Make Her
You Make Me Do Too Much Labour

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The Capillaries in My Eyes Are Bursting
If Our Love Died
Would That Be the Worst Thing

Lyrics From Snippet 2:

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 Savior
You Sure Make Do a Whole Lotta 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

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