“Quickly, dear, take out the breads! Shake the pillows, make the beds! Shake the apples off the tree!” ’cause Mother Hulda wants to see me doing things a good girl does It’s not something I ever was Doing things a good girl does
In your eyes, I drop a stitch with everything that I do but I won’t bow down to you even if you cover me with pitch even if you call me a –
Oh, you should enrich your mind and switch with me, then you will see it is not your life I chose to live and I’d rather burn than give in to you
“Quickly dear, now take the broom! Sweep the corners, dust the room! Nice and proper it shall be!” ’cause Mother Hulda wants to see me …
In your eyes, I drop a stitch …
What you expect from me is just a relic from a long gone past When knitting this outdated scene I drop a stitch “It’s so obscene!”
In your eyes, I drop a stitch …
Break free from your chains One day, the world will change