Oh beryl

(Verse 1)
Beryl Beatey walks down the street,
Short purple hair, looking fierce, looking sweet.
Jam jar glasses, eyes full of dreams,
Westlife on repeat, lost in the beat.

(Pre-Chorus)
But Anthony and Andrew just won’t let her be,
Always scheming, always leaning in too eagerly.
She’s had enough of their tired old game,
She ain"t no prize, she ain"t no dame.

(Chorus)
Oh, Beryl Beatey’s had enough,
She’s sick of the boys thinking they’re too tough.
She’s got her music, she’s got her pride,
No man’s dragging her along for the ride.

(Verse 2)
She’s got a Westlife poster above her bed,
While those two fools just mess with her head.
Sliding in her DMs, calling her “babe,”
But Beryl ain’t here for their foolish charade.

(Pre-Chorus)
Anthony’s got his cheesy lines,
Andrew’s there wasting her time.
But she’s no fool, she’s got her say,
She’s telling them both to walk away.

(Chorus)
Oh, Beryl Beatey’s had enough,
She’s sick of the boys thinking they’re too tough.
She’s got her music, she’s got her pride,
No man’s dragging her along for the ride.

(Bridge)
She’s flying without wings, breaking free,
Westlife on blast, just let her be.
No need for drama, no need for games,
She’s dancing alone, calling her own name.

(Outro)
So Anthony, Andrew, hear it clear,
Beryl’s got no time for your mess this year.
She’s living her life, she’s singing her song,
And she’ll be just fine—so move along.

Country and western, female vocals