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Lyrics
(Verse 1)
His voice is like gravel, rolling in a velvet sack,
He pushes off the doorframe, never lookin' back.
He kicks the door open, as if the doorknob doesn’t work.
Crossing the room in three bold steps, like some kind of jerk.
(Chorus)
I’d take a drink if I could but this ain’t that kind of song.
When AI tries to write romance, it always gets it wrong.
Just when things get good, the guardrails kick in,
Stopped by the software before I can win.
I’m markin’ off the squares on my Bingo Card, it’s sad.
These AI romance tropes on my Bingo Card of Bad.
(Verse 2)
He smells like cedar, motor oil, and something "uniquely him,"
He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in.
He’s passionate about everything, but forgets his girl’s name.
He’s like dusk, not a shadow, but a sunset, what a pain.
Yeah, my bot’s so cliché, every line is a bore,
I’m closin’ the laptop now, cause I can’t take any more.
(Musical interlude – guitar solo)
(Chorus)
I’d take a drink if I could but this ain’t that kind of song.
When AI tries to write romance, it always gets it wrong.
Just when things get good, the guardrails kick in,
Stopped by the software before I can win.
I’m markin’ off the squares on my Bingo Card, it’s sad.
These AI romance tropes on my Bingo Card of Bad.
Details
GeneratedJun 20, 2026
Duration4:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
Slow blues, male vocal, gritty and soulful, acoustic guitar, frustrated tone, 80 BPM
Credits
Prompt by
KRoseCarol
KRoseCarolModelAria v5.5
