Little Mischief

[Verse 1]
She steps in sweet as Sunday pie,
With an innocent look and a roving eye.
Hat tipped low and a halo askew,
Every little whisper says trouble’s due.
[Tag]
Well I’ll be—now don’t you see—
[Chorus]
 “That’s Miss Chief!” sing it neat, sing it sweet,
Sugar on her smile, dynamite in her feet.
By the time you shout she’s already gone,
That’s Miss Chief!—and the prank lives on!
[Verse 2]
She’ll borrow your pen, your watch, your hat,
Hand it back wrong and laugh at that.
Says “Why, I’d never!” with a twinkle and sigh,
While the evidence waves as she strolls on by.
[Tag]
Heavens above, what a gal—
[Chorus]
“That’s Miss Chief!” bright and bold,
Every little fib wrapped up in gold.
She means no harm, but she means it all,
 That’s Miss Chief!—and we’re set to fall!
[Bridge]
Oh the town’s in a tangle, the room’s in a spin,
She plays the saint while she pockets the win.
You shake your head, but you can’t stay mad,
She’s the best bad idea that you ever had.
[Verse 3]
She’ll fix your tie then switch your coat,
Leave you smiling while she clears her throat.
By the time you catch the joke’s design,
She’s three streets over and feeling just fine.
[Final Chorus]
 “That’s Miss Chief!” hear those chords align,
Old-time trouble in four-part time.
She breaks the rules, but perfectly brief—
 That’s Miss Chief!—our darling Miss Chief!
[Outro / Tag]
So mind your pockets and mind your belief,
When you hear that laugh…
 That’s Miss Chieeeeef! 

Barbershop harmony + horror sound design + slow trap beats, sweet voices, creeping dread