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[Verse 1]
She don’t lend a hand unless there’s something in it,
She’ll take your last dollar, then swear she didn’t.
She’s got a heart so cold it could freeze July,
And somehow every friend she’s had eventually says goodbye.
She’ll tell you she’s the victim, swear the world’s so unfair,
While she’s burning every bridge like she just don’t care.
She’s always got a story, always somebody to blame,
Funny how the common factor never seems to change.
[Chorus]
She’s a hell of a bitch, with a heart made of stone,
She’ll leave you standing there and walk away alone.
Every mess that she’s in, she made herself somehow,
And she’s wondering why nobody’s helping her now.
She’s got no angel wings, just a devilish grin,
She’ll slam every door, then complain she can’t get in.
Yeah, heaven might forgive her, but I sure don’t know…
She’s a hell of a bitch, and she’s got herself to blame.
[Verse 2]
She’ll call when she needs something, disappear when you do,
Treat everybody like they’re supposed to serve her too.
She’s got a list of enemies longer than the highway,
And somehow she’s surprised when they don’t come her way.
She’ll say, “Nobody loves me,” with a tear in her eye,
While three people she hurt are just standing nearby.
She never says she’s sorry, never admits she was wrong,
Then wonders why the whole damn world won’t sing along.
[Chorus]
She’s a hell of a bitch, with a heart made of stone,
She’ll leave you standing there and walk away alone.
Every mess that she’s in, she made herself somehow,
And she’s wondering why nobody’s helping her now.
She’s got no angel wings, just a devilish grin,
She’ll slam every door, then complain she can’t get in.
Yeah, heaven might forgive her, but I sure don’t know…
She’s a hell of a bitch, and she’s got herself to blame.
[Bridge]
Maybe one day she’ll look in the mirror and see
The reason for the wreckage ain’t you, and it ain’t me.
You can only burn so many bridges in your life
Before there ain’t nobody left to stand by your side.
[Final Chorus]
She’s a hell of a bitch, and the truth hurts like hell,
But if karma’s keeping score, she knows the numbers well.
She never helped nobody, never gave a damn,
Now she’s sitting all alone wondering where everybody ran.
No, she ain’t an angel, and she never pretended to be,
She’s just a little too damn good at being mean.
So here’s to the woman who made her own road…
A hell of a bitch,
With a heart made of stone.
Details
GeneratedSep 9, 2026
Duration3:43
LanguageEnglish
Style
heartfelt, slightly sappy country ballad with that big emotional, story-driven feel
Credits
Prompt by
KylePatrick
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