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Lyrics
Her hair’s a storm cloud
Wild and free
She stands by the sink
Humming softly to me
The knife in her hand
A rhythm so slow
Peeling those carrots
Like it’s her own show
Oh Betty
Oh Betty
You make it an art
Peeling away
You’re stealing my heart
On a Sunday morning
No need for a dress
Just your quiet magic
In your carrot caress
The sunlight sneaks in
Kisses her face
Her fingers dance with a careless grace
Orange ribbons fall
Curling to the floor
I could watch her forever
And still want more
She doesn’t even know
No
She can’t see
What that moment does
What it does to me
Oh Betty
Oh Betty
You make it an art
Peeling away
You’re stealing my heart
On a Sunday morning
No need for a dress
Just your quiet magic
In your carrot caress
Is it the way she moves
So calm
So slow
Or the way she hums songs only she knows
It’s not just the carrots
It’s something more
She peels my layers
Right to my core
Details
GeneratedNov 27, 2025
Duration2:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock ballad with low male voice, hard beat, drums, piano and electric guitat
Credits
Prompt by
Jarm3n
Jarm3nModelAria v5
