[Intro]
[Music: Snappy snare count-in, twangy Telecaster riff, stomping kick, hand claps, driving bass, playful whistle.]
(Spoken with a grin)
Mama said, “Baby, keep your chin up…”
She forgot to mention…
Trouble looks good in boots.
[Verse 1]
[Music: Funky country guitar groove, steady drums, walking bass.]
I got dirt on these old blue jeans,
Sun-kissed skin and gasoline.
Little black dress, boots on tight,
Depends who’s asking what I wear tonight.
Sweet as tea till you cross that line,
Then this honey turns to homemade wine.
I laugh loud, I love deep,
But I don’t lose a whole lot of sleep.
[Pre-Chorus]
[Music: Guitar mutes, hand claps build, bass walks upward.]
You can call me crazy…
Call me wild…
You’ll probably be smiling…
The whole damn while.
[Chorus]
[Music: Full band explodes. Crunchy electric guitars, gang vocals, tambourine.]
I’m a pretty little trouble,
Wrapped up in a smile.
One kiss gets you hooked,
One spark goes a mile.
Got a heart full of fire,
A mouth that won’t behave.
You can try to hold me down…
But I was never made to stay.
I’m a pretty little trouble…
And, baby…
I wear it well.
[Verse 2]
[Music: Bluesy lead guitar answers each vocal line, drums lock into a danceable groove.]
I’m the girl who’ll steal your hoodie,
Then your fries before your heart.
Dance barefoot in the gravel,
Turn a Tuesday into art.
I don’t chase what wants to wander,
If it leaves, I let it fly.
If it circles back around…
It better bring a better try.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
[Music: Organ joins, drums build, crowd-style “hey!” vocals.]
You can handle sweet…
Or you can handle strong…
But if you want forever…
Don’t do me wrong.
[Chorus]
[Music: Bigger harmonies, brighter guitars, added fiddle fills.]
I’m a pretty little trouble,
Wrapped up in a smile.
One kiss gets you hooked,
One spark goes a mile.
Got a heart full of fire,
A mouth that won’t behave.
You can try to hold me down…
But I was never made to stay.
I’m a pretty little trouble…
And, baby…
I wear it well.
[Bridge]
[Music: Everything drops to claps, bass, and a dirty guitar riff. Vocals become playful and sassy.]
Some girls wait…
Some girls wish…
Some girls settle…
I never did.
Life’s too short
To play it small.
If I’m gonna leave a mark…
It’ll be unforgettable.
[Final Chorus]
[Music: Full-throttle band. Double electric guitars, fiddle soaring over the top, crashing cymbals, crowd vocals.]
I’m a pretty little trouble,
Never fit inside the lines.
Built my own kind of beautiful,
One wild heart at a time.
If loving me’s a gamble…
Go ahead and roll the dice.
You’ll either get the best damn story…
Or the ride of your life.
I’m a pretty little trouble…
A little rebel…
A little sweet…
A little smoke…
With a whole lot of heat.
[Outro]
[Music: Band cuts to a stomping beat with one final guitar lick.]
(Spoken with a laugh)
“Good girls follow the rules…”
Funny…
Nobody remembers their names.
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