Rebel Girl FM - One-Night Stand (English)

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Rebel Girl FM - Rebel Girl (Moderatorin)

DampferBurg

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Eine Deutsche Community für Suno Artisten

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(Verse 1 - Slow, menacing build-up, heavy bass) Morning tastes like ashes and cheap betrayal, Woke up next to a guy, a "Suburban Male." His name slipped my mind, maybe Kevin? Maybe Klaus? I peel off the sheets and run out of the house. My leather jacket sticks, I feel hollow inside, It was the alcohol, honey, just the alcohol ride.

(Verse 2) But the days drag on and my body goes mad, A biological joke, treating me bad. Overdue, says the calendar, the red tide is late, Is someone building a house in my reproductive state? From a one-night stand, so banal and hetero, Did I lose my bearings? Where did the rebel go?

(Verse 3 - Build-up, guitars kick in) Picture this: Me in a minivan, puke on my shirt, A brat screaming for "Daddy" – is this what I deserve? A little Kevin-clone eating my brain, While my real true love goes home insane. I feel the milk coming in, pure paranoia, Life as a mama? A goddamn fire!

(Chorus - Explosive, loud, almost screamed) Rebel Girl, Rebel Girl, dance on the volcano, You almost ended up part of the "Big Show." No baby bump, no maternity leave, no suburban bliss, 'Cause God (that prick) has other plans for this! Rebel Girl, Rebel Girl, fate laughs in your face, Flush the fear down the toilet – and get out of this place!

(Verse 4) Standing in the neon of the station pharmacy, Buying the priciest test that I can see. The woman in white grins, she smells my raw fear, I’d like to punch her right in the ear. "Good luck," she smirks, I just growl back, My life hangs on plastic, a panic attack.

(Verse 5) Three minutes of eternity on the cold tile floor, Praying to demons, spirits, and idols of war. "Make it go away," I beg, "This isn't my style, I want whiskey, cigs, punk rock – not a child!" Sweat runs down my back, cold and sticky wet, Biology is war, and I hate this threat.

(Verse 6) The guy wasn't even good, his gene pool was trash, And I have to pay for it? God, don't be rash! A freak of nature, a slip in the booze, Trading diapers for handcuffs – that’s a ruse. I see my life ending in playgrounds and mush, I’m sick with terror, waiting for the flush.

(Verse 7 - Music cuts, silence) I turn the stick over. I squeeze my eyes tight. My heart skips a beat. Then silence takes flight.

(Verse 8 - Tempo speeds up extremely, aggressive) ONE LINE! Just one line! No second in sight! No parasite breaking my freedom tonight! Not pregnant! Not a mother! Not trapped in the system! I could hug the whole world, I broke the rhythm! The cup passed me by, the bullet missed my head, Did I mention I’m thrilled that I’m not dead?

(Chorus) Rebel Girl, Rebel Girl, dance on the volcano, You survived it, screw the "Big Show." No baby bump, no maternity leave, no suburban bliss, The Devil doesn't want to tie his daughter to this! Rebel Girl, Rebel Girl, fate smiles at you, You got away, man, you got away, phew!

(Verse 9) I run through the rain, back to her turf, She opens the door, the best thing on earth. She knows what I did, the stupid mistake, But she sees in my eyes: I’m fully awake. No "We're gonna be parents," no "Oops, tragedy," Just us two against the world, wild and free.

(Verse 10) I fall in her arms, she smells like relief, Musk and tenderness, no nausea, no grief. "Got lucky?" she asks, raising a brow, I say: "You wouldn't believe, I crawled out somehow." No more men, I swear, at least not without a net, A bloody lesson I will never forget.

(Verse 11) We laugh dirty, drink to the son never born, To Kevin-Klaus, the ghost, the sperm-phantom scorned. We celebrate my emptiness, my untenanted womb, Life is a joke, and we dodged the tomb. She kisses me hard: "You belong to me." And I think: Thank God, I am finally free.

(Outro - Fading out, gloomy) No crying kids. Just guitar noise. No milk stain on the chest. Just your arm, my poise. Got lucky, Rebel Girl. Damn lucky, I bet. (Whispering) Next time I’ll take the pill... or straight for the gun.

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🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Wir sind die 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗭 Eine Deutsche Community für Suno Artisten Du findest uns im Discord: 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz Wir freuen uns auf Dich! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 (Verse 1 - Slow, menacing build-up, heavy bass) Morning tastes like ashes and cheap betrayal, Woke up next to a guy, a "Suburban Male." His name slipped my mind, maybe Kevin? Maybe Klaus? I peel off the sheets and run out of the house. My leather jacket sticks, I feel hollow inside, It was the alcohol, honey, just the alcohol ride. (Verse 2) But the days drag on and my body goes mad, A biological joke, treating me bad. Overdue, says the calendar, the red tide is late, Is someone building a house in my reproductive state? From a one-night stand, so banal and hetero, Did I lose my bearings? Where did the rebel go? (Verse 3 - Build-up, guitars kick in) Picture this: Me in a minivan, puke on my shirt, A brat screaming for "Daddy" – is this what I deserve? A little Kevin-clone eating my brain, While my real true love goes home insane. I feel the milk coming in, pure paranoia, Life as a mama? A goddamn fire! (Chorus - Explosive, loud, almost screamed) Rebel Girl, Rebel Girl, dance on the volcano, You almost ended up part of the "Big Show." No baby bump, no maternity leave, no suburban bliss, 'Cause God (that prick) has other plans for this! Rebel Girl, Rebel Girl, fate laughs in your face, Flush the fear down the toilet – and get out of this place! (Verse 4) Standing in the neon of the station pharmacy, Buying the priciest test that I can see. The woman in white grins, she smells my raw fear, I’d like to punch her right in the ear. "Good luck," she smirks, I just growl back, My life hangs on plastic, a panic attack. (Verse 5) Three minutes of eternity on the cold tile floor, Praying to demons, spirits, and idols of war. "Make it go away," I beg, "This isn't my style, I want whiskey, cigs, punk rock – not a child!" Sweat runs down my back, cold and sticky wet, Biology is war, and I hate this threat. (Verse 6) The guy wasn't even good, his gene pool was trash, And I have to pay for it? God, don't be rash! A freak of nature, a slip in the booze, Trading diapers for handcuffs – that’s a ruse. I see my life ending in playgrounds and mush, I’m sick with terror, waiting for the flush. (Verse 7 - Music cuts, silence) I turn the stick over. I squeeze my eyes tight. My heart skips a beat. Then silence takes flight. (Verse 8 - Tempo speeds up extremely, aggressive) ONE LINE! Just one line! No second in sight! No parasite breaking my freedom tonight! Not pregnant! Not a mother! Not trapped in the system! I could hug the whole world, I broke the rhythm! The cup passed me by, the bullet missed my head, Did I mention I’m thrilled that I’m not dead? (Chorus) Rebel Girl, Rebel Girl, dance on the volcano, You survived it, screw the "Big Show." No baby bump, no maternity leave, no suburban bliss, The Devil doesn't want to tie his daughter to this! Rebel Girl, Rebel Girl, fate smiles at you, You got away, man, you got away, phew! (Verse 9) I run through the rain, back to her turf, She opens the door, the best thing on earth. She knows what I did, the stupid mistake, But she sees in my eyes: I’m fully awake. No "We're gonna be parents," no "Oops, tragedy," Just us two against the world, wild and free. (Verse 10) I fall in her arms, she smells like relief, Musk and tenderness, no nausea, no grief. "Got lucky?" she asks, raising a brow, I say: "You wouldn't believe, I crawled out somehow." No more men, I swear, at least not without a net, A bloody lesson I will never forget. (Verse 11) We laugh dirty, drink to the son never born, To Kevin-Klaus, the ghost, the sperm-phantom scorned. We celebrate my emptiness, my untenanted womb, Life is a joke, and we dodged the tomb. She kisses me hard: "You belong to me." And I think: Thank God, I am finally free. (Outro - Fading out, gloomy) No crying kids. Just guitar noise. No milk stain on the chest. Just your arm, my poise. Got lucky, Rebel Girl. Damn lucky, I bet. (Whispering) Next time I’ll take the pill... or straight for the gun.

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