Nurse (Industrial Deep House Mix)

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[Intro] no im not a nurse, i am your (curse)

(Verse 1)
You're standing there crying about a little scratch.
Looking for sympathy that you will never catch.
You want a pity party, want me to play the part.
But I am closing down the clinic of my heart.
You call my name like it’s an emergency.
But your dependency is getting on the nerves of me.No, I'm not fussed about you or your phantom pain
Go cry about your scratches in the pouring rain

[Pre-Chorus]
I see the dust on the floor you made.
I see the games that you always played.
You open your mouth and you start to whine.
You cross the border and cross the line.

[Chorus]
'Cause I ain't your nurse and I'm not your maid
The sympathy train has officially delayed
Fix your own plate, get your own damn meal
I am not here to soothe or to heal
All the little cuts that you pretend are real
Are just a cry for attention you're trying to steal
Go find a band-aid, go find a crutch
Because frankly, my dear, I don't care that much
Yeah, the clinic is closed and the doctor is out
So figure it out, that's what I'm talking about

[Post-Chorus]
I ain't your nurse, no, Im not your nurse
Keep complaining and it's only getting worse
no, Im not your nurse,Your legs still work, your hands do too
So here is the brand-new reality for you.

[Instrumental Drop]

Verse 2)
You couch-sit, demanding, waiting for a tray.
Expecting me to serve you every single day.
A minor cough and now you’re acting bedridden.
The days of me enabling your games are hidden.
Get off the sofa, go and fetch your own glass.
This codependent era just became the past.
Acting like a victim of a battlefield wound
Hoping that my schedule is completely ruined
But the clinic is closed and the doctor walked out
So there is no need to cry and to shout.

[Instrumental Drop][Bridge]
No white coat, no stethoscopes.
No more feeding your dramatic hopes. You want a caretaker? Go hire help.
I’m too busy taking care of myself.
Band-aid, band-aid, go and find a band-aid
Fix it yourself, yeah, the decision's made
Band-aid, band-aid, go and find a band-aid
I'm not a(what), I'm not your maid

[Experimental Breakdown]
The kitchen is closed, the stove is stone cold
I'm sick of doing every single thing I'm told
Don't look at the pots, don't look at the pan
You better start cooking whatever you can

[Instrumental Drop]

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[Intro] no im not a nurse, i am your (curse) (Verse 1) You're standing there crying about a little scratch. Looking for sympathy that you will never catch. You want a pity party, want me to play the part. But I am closing down the clinic of my heart. You call my name like it’s an emergency. But your dependency is getting on the nerves of me.No, I'm not fussed about you or your phantom pain Go cry about your scratches in the pouring rain [Pre-Chorus] I see the dust on the floor you made. I see the games that you always played. You open your mouth and you start to whine. You cross the border and cross the line. [Chorus] 'Cause I ain't your nurse and I'm not your maid The sympathy train has officially delayed Fix your own plate, get your own damn meal I am not here to soothe or to heal All the little cuts that you pretend are real Are just a cry for attention you're trying to steal Go find a band-aid, go find a crutch Because frankly, my dear, I don't care that much Yeah, the clinic is closed and the doctor is out So figure it out, that's what I'm talking about [Post-Chorus] I ain't your nurse, no, Im not your nurse Keep complaining and it's only getting worse no, Im not your nurse,Your legs still work, your hands do too So here is the brand-new reality for you. [Instrumental Drop] Verse 2) You couch-sit, demanding, waiting for a tray. Expecting me to serve you every single day. A minor cough and now you’re acting bedridden. The days of me enabling your games are hidden. Get off the sofa, go and fetch your own glass. This codependent era just became the past. Acting like a victim of a battlefield wound Hoping that my schedule is completely ruined But the clinic is closed and the doctor walked out So there is no need to cry and to shout. [Chorus] 'Cause I ain't your nurse and I'm not your maid The sympathy train has officially delayed Fix your own plate, get your own damn meal I am not here to soothe or to heal All the little cuts that you pretend are real Are just a cry for attention you're trying to steal Go find a band-aid, go find a crutch Because frankly, my dear, I don't care that much Yeah, the clinic is closed and the doctor is out So figure it out, that's what I'm talking about [Post-Chorus] I ain't your nurse, no, Im not your nurse Keep complaining and it's only getting worse no, Im not your nurse,Your legs still work, your hands do too So here is the brand-new reality for you. [Instrumental Drop][Bridge] No white coat, no stethoscopes. No more feeding your dramatic hopes. You want a caretaker? Go hire help. I’m too busy taking care of myself. Band-aid, band-aid, go and find a band-aid Fix it yourself, yeah, the decision's made Band-aid, band-aid, go and find a band-aid I'm not a(what), I'm not your maid [Experimental Breakdown] The kitchen is closed, the stove is stone cold I'm sick of doing every single thing I'm told Don't look at the pots, don't look at the pan You better start cooking whatever you can [Instrumental Drop] [Chorus] 'Cause I ain't your nurse and I'm not your maid The sympathy train has officially delayed Fix your own plate, get your own damn meal I am not here to soothe or to heal All the little cuts that you pretend are real Are just a cry for attention you're trying to steal Go find a band-aid, go find a crutch Because frankly, my dear, I don't care that much Yeah, the clinic is closed and the doctor is out So figure it out, that's what I'm talking about [Post-Chorus] I ain't your nurse, no, Im not your nurse Keep complaining and it's only getting worse no, Im not your nurse,Your legs still work, your hands do too So here is the brand-new reality for you. [Instrumental Drop]

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