Bella’s Sick of Sweet

[Verse 1]
Bella met Cabe at a county fair
He held her coat, pulled out her chair
Seven months later, bless his heart
He’s still that boy, she’s fallin’ apart
[Verse 2]
He writes her notes on her coffee cup
Says “you look perfect” when she just woke up
He never shows late, never slams a door
She’s countin’ his blessings like a long, slow chore
[Chorus]
Everyone says Cabe’s the kindest soul
Opens every door, lets the old folks go
But Bella’s sick of sweet, yeah, sweet don’t thrill
She wants rough around the edges, a stubborn will
She rolls her eyes when he calls her “dear”
Love shouldn’t sound like a Hallmark cheer
From the outside, he looks like her perfect mate
But Bella hates how she hates a guy this great
[Verse 3]
He plans dates out, makes neat little lists
Texts “made it home” with a smiley and a kiss
He laughs at jokes that ain’t even fun
He’s sunshine walking, she just wants some sunburn
[Pre-Chorus]
She tells her friends, “he’s just too kind
Like chewing sugar till you lose your mind”
They say “girl, keep him, he’s so rare”
She stares at the ceiling, pulls at her hair
[Chorus]
Everyone says Cabe’s the kindest soul
Opens every door, lets the old folks go
But Bella’s sick of sweet, yeah, sweet don’t thrill
She wants rough around the edges, a stubborn will
She rolls her eyes when he calls her “dear”
Love shouldn’t sound like a Hallmark cheer
From the outside, he looks like her perfect mate
But Bella hates how she hates a guy this great
[Bridge]
He’s standin’ there with wildflowers in his hands
She’s wishin’ she could be the girl he understands
But comfort feels like cardboard, neat and plain
She’s dreamin’ dirt roads, dust, and summer rain (oh)
[Chorus]
Everyone says Cabe’s the kindest soul
Opens every door, lets the old folks go
But Bella’s sick of sweet, yeah, sweet don’t thrill
She wants rough around the edges, a stubborn will
She rolls her eyes when he calls her “dear”
Love shouldn’t sound like a Hallmark cheer
From the outside, he looks like her perfect mate
But Bella hates how she hates a guy this great
[Outro]
Bella’s packin’ up her sundress life
Cabe’s still askin’, “did I treat you right?”
Town just shrugs, says “that’s her fate”
Bella’s tired of nice
And Cabe’s just great

country, Modern country shuffle with brushed kit, twangy telecaster, and warm pedal steel. Mid‑tempo, tongue‑in‑cheek storytelling vibe; male vocals with a wry smile. Verses keep it lean and conversational, chorus opens with stacked harmonies on the hook. Fiddle lines answer key phrases, bass walks just enough to keep it moving. Big sing‑along outro on the title line.