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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Britt’s got that copper fire
Freckles like a summer war
Slams doors like they wronged her first
Bare feet on the kitchen floor
Dad just sets down two cold beers
One for him and one for Matt
She rolls her eyes like they’re the plague
Spits
“Why you both so sad?”
[Chorus]
Oh Britt
Redhead on a fuse
Burning down the ones who’d never make you choose
You throw your words like knives
Then you walk away
You say you don’t care
But your hands still shake
Oh Britt
You’re tougher than you know
But every time you swing
You bruise your own soul
You’re a storm in a small-town living room
Redhead on a fuse
[Verse 2]
Matt laughs just to break the ice
“Rough day?” but he keeps it light
She snaps
“Why do you even care?
You’re just here to kill the night”
Dad’s grin flickers
Hits the sink
Plates rattle when she storms past
She hears his breath catch in his chest
Still she has to get that last
[Chorus]
Oh Britt
Redhead on a fuse
Burning down the ones who’d never make you lose
You throw your words like stones at a window pane
They take the hit
You feel the pain
Oh Britt
You’re tougher than you know
But every blazing line leaves ashes in your throat
You’re a storm in a small-town living room
Redhead on a fuse
[Bridge]
What are you hiding under all that heat?
Who taught you love meant grinding teeth?
Do you ever lie awake and rewind the scene?
Hear your own voice
Wish you could scream
“That’s not me”
[Chorus]
Oh Britt
Redhead on a fuse
How long ‘til you’re tired of always being bruised?
You throw your fire at the only arms that stayed
They catch the sparks
They never fade
Oh Britt
One day you’re gonna see
The ones you scorch are down on their knees
Still waiting there in that same old living room
For the girl behind the fuse
The girl behind the fuse
Details
GeneratedMar 13, 2026
Duration3:52
LanguageEnglish
Style
Big 80s-style power ballad, male vocals; slow piano and clean guitar in the verses, then surging drums and distorted power chords in the choruses. Vocal starts intimate and almost whispered, then climbs into gritty, belted lines. Soaring lead guitar answering phrases in the second chorus; bridge drops to just piano and voice before a final, anthemic chorus with stacked harmonies and a long, held last note., ballad
Credits
Prompt byVintageNote781
ModelAria v5
Prompt
a power ballad about a 20 year old redheaded girl named Britt who has anger issues and is mean to her dad and his friend Matt all the time for no reason.
