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[Intro — SOLO ACOUSTIC GUITAR, delicate fingerpicked/plucked notes; NO electric guitar, NO drums]
[Playful female vocal, soft and innocent]
The feminine urge to…
Hmm.
Never mind.
[Verse 1 — acoustic guitar continues, light bass gradually enters]
The feminine urge to change my hair
At two A.M. like I don’t care
Buy another thing I don’t need
Call it self-care therapy
The feminine urge to disappear
When somebody says, “Calm down, dear”
Smile real sweet, nod my head
While starting twelve arguments in my head
[Pre-Chorus — drums building, electric guitar creeping in]
I’m sugar, I’m spice
I’m questionable advice
I’m doing just fine—
Don’t look behind my eyes
[Chorus — electric guitars explode in, punchy drums, bright vocal]
It’s the feminine urge
To burn the whole fucking thing down
Smile for the picture
While I’m mentally torching this town
Paint my nails, fix my skirt
Act like nothing ever hurts
It’s the feminine urge
Baby, don’t ask what I’m thinking now
[Verse 2 — driving pop-rock, cheeky delivery]
The feminine urge to cut my bangs
Instead of dealing with anything
Rearrange my entire room
‘Cause apparently that’ll fix my mood
The feminine urge when some damn man
Explains my own job again
To think, “Sir, I could slit your throat”—
Then sip my drink and simply go
[Spoken — cheerful]
See?
Self-control.
Very feminine.
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m sugar, I’m spice
I’m one deep breath from bad advice
But I’ll behave tonight—
Probably.
[Chorus]
It’s the feminine urge
To burn the whole fucking thing down
Smile for the picture
While I’m mentally torching this town
Paint my nails, fix my skirt
Act like nothing ever hurts
It’s the feminine urge
Baby, don’t ask what I’m thinking now
[Bridge — half-spoken over bass and drums]
Quit my job.
Move abroad.
Buy a house.
Adopt nine dogs.
Text my ex?
Absolutely not.
Set something on fire?
[Pause]
Metaphorically.
Obviously.
[Final Chorus — huge guitars, gang vocals]
It’s the feminine urge
To burn the whole fucking thing down
Lip gloss shining
While the guitars get way too loud
Change my hair, change my world
Still your favorite kind of girl
It’s the feminine urge
To think it all—
And never fucking do it
[Outro — instruments drop back to SOLO ACOUSTIC GUITAR]
[Sugary spoken vocal]
Anyway…
I’m fine.
Who’s getting coffee?
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m sugar, I’m spice
I’m one deep breath from bad advice
But I’ll behave tonight—
Probably.
[Chorus]
It’s the feminine urge
To burn the whole fucking thing down
Smile for the picture
While I’m mentally torching this town
Paint my nails, fix my skirt
Act like nothing ever hurts
It’s the feminine urge
Baby, don’t ask what I’m thinking now
[Outro — instruments drop back to SOLO ACOUSTIC GUITAR]
[Sugary spoken vocal]
Anyway…
I’m fine.
Who’s getting coffee?
Details
GeneratedAug 31, 2026
Duration3:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
punk rock, metal-pop
Credits
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IronandVelvet
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