

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Her hair’s a little messy, like the wind had its way, She hums off-key to the radio every single day. Her boots are scuffed and worn, but they dance just right, Under a sky full of stars on a southern Friday night. [Prechorus] She’s got cracks in her armor, but they let the light through, Every flaw she’s got just makes her more true. [Chorus] Her stitches in her britches are stretching and need fetching, But they’re grabbing at my heart, oh, they’re catching my affection. She’s the perfect kind of broken, a masterpiece undone, Every little imperfection makes her the perfect one. [Verse 2] She burns the toast in the morning, laughs like it’s a game, She’ll leave the porch light on, but forgets why it came. Her garden grows wild, with weeds and blooms alike, And her smile, oh her smile, it could light up the night. [Prechorus] She’s got stories in her scars, and dreams in her eyes, Every little detail makes her impossible to disguise. [Chorus] Her stitches in her britches are stretching and need fetching, But they’re grabbing at my heart, oh, they’re catching my affection. She’s the perfect kind of broken, a masterpiece undone, Every little imperfection makes her the perfect one.
Tags
country, melodic, acoustic, warm male vocals with fingerpicked guitar and light fiddle accents, beautiful
2:46
No
12/19/2025