1. Emily Jenkins
Initial idea
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Yeahh Ohhh
Gunfire left a hole in the tank, losing gasoline
Fire is on my trail and he's after me
Hope it don't get here before I get where
I'm going I gotta get where I'm going
Take off my mask to breathe
You could've been a part of a masterpiece
Fluid in the brakes was the last to leak
That's the thing
Where I’m going I don't need my brakes,
Can't wait to see your face,
When your front windows break,
and I come crashing through
The lovers need to clear the road
Oh oh
Because this thing is ready to blow
Oh oh
I just wanna set you on fire
So I won't have to burn alone
Then you
Then you'll know where I'm coming from
Fire bomb...
Fire bomb
Seems cold but baby no it doesn't have to be,
Microwaving a metal tragedy
Watching it burning, it's beautiful and it's blue
and it's pitiful and it's blue, it's the other half of me
I didn't do it you lit the match for me,
Now we're flying from the blast baby,
That’s the thing.
Where we're going we don't need no brakes,
Can't wait to see your face,
The opening to my idea of Rihanna Fire
Bomb would be a dark room with the
singer or artist in the middle with small
lighting all around her while she is
playing the guitar
I then want the singer to be sitting
cuddled up on a sofa, wrapped up in
blanket crying.
The shot then cuts to a plain grand piano
room and the singer is playing the piano,
the camera pans around the piano in the
middle of the room. As she sings and
plays the piano
The climax of the chorus, I want to cut
to the singer walking down a road in a
dancing fashion, skipping and swinger
her arms.
I then want the singer and her “man” to
be together, kissing and hugging, pillow
fighting and rolling around in bed.
I then want a shot of the singer in
London at night with all the lights, the
camera turning around her as she spins
looking up at the sky and singing

2. Emily Jenkins
when your front windows break,
and I come crashing through.
The lovers need to clear the road
Oh oh,
Because this thing is ready to blow
Oh oh,
I just wanna set you on fire
So I won't have to burn alone
Then you
Then you'll know where I'm coming from
Fire bomb...
Fire bomb
Baby we were killin' em,
They couldn’t handle the millionth degree
We were criminals,
As we were burning, the world called the police
Fire department, ambulance
You can call me crazy 'cause I believe
The only move for me and you
Is to go out blazing
The lovers need to clear the road
Oh, oh, oh
Cause this thing is ready to blow
Oh, oh, oh
I just wanna set you on fire
So I won't have to burn alone
Then you
Then you'll know where I'm coming from
Fire bomb
Oh oh
Fire bomb