I'm Not Your Octopus!!!

You ring the bell like royal highness, please,
“Fetch this, do that”—boy, get up off your knees!
You act like I’ve got arms in sets of eight,
But I’ve got two, and yeah—they’re running late.

You want your snacks, your socks, your charger too,
Like I’m some octopus on call for you!
I’d need eight brains to track your daily list,
And even then, I’m sure I’d still get missed!

(Chorus)
You call it love, I call it overload,
I’m not your helper on this endless road!
No magic limbs are coming to my aid,
I’m not an octopus—get that in your head!

You flop around like king of lazy land,
While I’m doing chores you didn’t even plan.
If I had suction cups on every hand,
I still wouldn’t keep up with your demand!

I’m not your deep-sea multitasking queen,
No underwater maid or cleaning machine!
You want a servant swimming at your side,
Well buddy, take a number, stand in line!

(Chorus)
You call it love, I call it overload,
I’m not your helper on this endless road!
No magic limbs are coming to my aid,
I’m not an octopus—get that in your head!

So here’s the deal, I’m done with all your fuss,
Go find yourself a real octopus!
‘Cause I’m just me, with only two free hands,
And I quit working for your royal demands!

(Bridge)
I gave you fair warning, loud and clear,
No eight long arms are growing here!
If you want a queen, then play your part,
Not drain the life right from my heart!
I’m not your sea-life fantasy,
No extra limbs for free labor, see!
So grab a chore, don’t just sit and stare,
This “octopus” is getting out of there

(Chorus)
What, should I grow a few more arms tonight?
So I can keep your world running just right?
Maybe I’ll do that while you scroll your phone,
While I fix everything you’ve left alone!
You call it love, I call it overload,
I’m not your helper on this endless road!
No magic limbs are coming to my aid,
I’m not an octopus—get that in your head!

Punk / pop punk
Medium to fast tempo 
Angry tone 
Female singer