Pedigree

VERSE 1

You like the way I make you work for it,

Like every yes has gotta be earned.

I could tell you exactly what I’m thinking,

But where’s the fun if you never learn?

You’ve got that look like you know women,

Like you’ve seen every trick in the book.

Baby, confidence looks good on you—

Just don’t confuse it with knowing where to look.

PRE

I can be sweet.

I can behave.

I can let you think

You’re getting your way.

But don’t get comfortable.

CHORUS

I’ve got a pedigree,

Baby, you can tell.

Little bit of heaven,

Little raised-in-hell.

I don’t need a leash,

Don’t need rescuing.

You can put your hands on the wheel—

But you’re not driving me.

Call it chemistry,

Call it vanity.

You don’t get a woman like me

Accidentally.

That’s pedigree.

VERSE 2

I like attention when I ask for it,

Like being wanted when I choose.

I’ll let you get a little confident—

I’ve got nothing if I’ve got nothing to lose.

And maybe I like how you look at me

Like you’re trying not to stare.

You can pretend that you’re unaffected.

Baby.

We both know better than that.

PRE

I can be soft.

I can give in.

Doesn’t mean

I didn’t decide when.

There’s a difference.

CHORUS

I’ve got a pedigree,

Baby, you can tell.

Little bit of heaven,

Little raised-in-hell.

I don’t need a leash,

Don’t need rescuing.

You can put your hands on the wheel—

But you’re not driving me.

Call it chemistry,

Call it vanity.

You don’t get a woman like me

Accidentally.

That’s pedigree.

BRIDGE

Go ahead.

Come closer.

I like you better

When you’re brave.

Just remember—

I can want you

And still make you wait.

FINAL CHORUS

I’ve got a pedigree,

You know what that means.

I can look like surrender

Without giving you a thing.

I don’t need a leash.

I don’t need a ring.

I just like the way you look

When you think you’re handling me.

Call it chemistry.

Call it vanity.

You don’t get a woman like me

Accidentally.

That’s pedigree.