Out of the Frying Pan AI Song

Music Created by AI Song Generator of Style Southern rock, male, electric, modern

Out of the Frying Pan

Out of the Frying Pan

Southern rock, male, electric, modern

2024-10-02 17:48:28

Out of the Frying Pan

Out of the Frying Pan

Southern rock, male, electric, modern

2024-10-02 17:48:28

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Lyrics

[Verse 1] I was sittin’ pretty, not a cloud in the sky, But then you came around, and you caught my eye, It’s a dime a dozen, I should’ve known, But I jumped the gun and got overthrown. You swept me off my feet, I was head over heels, But now I’m walkin' on eggshells, you’re dealin’ raw deals. It’s a fine kettle of fish, baby, I must confess, You left me high and dry, but still, I’m a mess. [Chorus] I’m out of the frying pan, into the fire, You’re a bull in a china shop, I’m caught in the wire, But I’m not throwin’ in the towel just yet, 'Cause every dog has his day, you can bet! [Verse 2] Now I’m bent out of shape, tryin’ to save face, But it’s a wild goose chase, can’t keep up the pace, We’re not on the same page, two ships in the night, But I’ll bite the bullet, I’m ready for the fight. You’ve got a chip on your shoulder, I can see it plain, It’s the last straw, babe, you're drivin' me insane. But I’ll weather the storm, won’t break or bend, 'Cause it ain’t over yet, till the bitter end. [Chorus] I’m out of the frying pan, into the fire, You’re a bull in a china shop, I’m caught in the wire, But I’m not throwin’ in the towel just yet, 'Cause every dog has his day, you can bet! [Bridge] When push comes to shove, I’ll be standin' tall, Even if the writing’s on the wall. I’m not out of the woods, not by a long shot, But I’ll make lemonade with what I’ve got. You can’t keep a good man down for long, I’ll be back in the saddle, singin’ my song. It’s a tough row to hoe, but I’ve been here before, I’ll turn the tables, baby, and even the score. [Chorus] I’m out of the frying pan, into the fire, You’re a bull in a china shop, I’m caught in the wire, But I’m not throwin’ in the towel just yet, 'Cause every dog has his day, you can bet! [Outro] So don’t count your chickens before they hatch, I’m a hard nut to crack, no strings attached. I’ll burn the midnight oil, I’ll go the extra mile, And I’ll be laughin’ last, 'cause it’s all worth the while!