Big Hair, Big Heart

[Verse 1]
You walked in
Fringe jacket
Cherry lip gloss shine
Leather on leather
My heart hit the floor like a dropped black Les Paul
Heavier than ever
You laughed
Stole my drink
Wrote your name on my jean
Right above the pocket
Said
"Meet me in the parking lot after the show"
Like a cherry bomb rocket
[Pre-Chorus]
Backseat halo
Perfume and smoke
You traced your name on my throat
Every small-town rumor
Burned bright as your eyeliner coat
[Chorus]
Big hair
Big heart
Teasing up trouble in the dark (oh yeah)
Kissing like we might fall apart
In this T-top
Crash-course spark
Big hair
Big heart
Mascara running like the charts
If this night tears us apart
I’ll still love that
Big hair
Big heart
[Verse 2]
Lip print on my pick
Stuck inside my case
Smells like last September
Fast food fries
Midnight lies
Laughing so loud
I still taste the ember
You danced on the hood in those ripped black tights
Playing queen of the night
Screamed
"Turn it up
Baby
Make the stars shake"
Under parking lot lights
[Pre-Chorus]
Keys on the dash
Boots on my lap
You swore you’d never look back
But you signed my shoulder
Like a backstage pass to the past
[Chorus]
Big hair
Big heart
Teasing up trouble in the dark (hey!)
Kissing like we might fall apart
In this T-top
Crash-course spark
Big hair
Big heart
Mascara running like the charts
If this night tears us apart
I’ll still love that
Big hair
Big heart
[Bridge]
Years fly by in rearview glass
But that tape still spins
Every time that chorus hits
You’re kicking off your heels again
I can feel your lipstick laugh
In every faded scar
Turn it up
I’m right back there
Crashing into who we are (woah)
[Chorus]
Big hair
Big heart
Teasing up trouble in the dark
Kissing like we might fall apart
In this T-top
Crash-course spark
Big hair
Big heart
Mascara running like the charts
If this life tears us apart
Turn it loud and
Back to the start with
Big hair
Big heart

rock, Arena-ready glam metal ballad with cranked Marshall-style guitars, glittering gang vocals, and a swaggering half-time groove. Verses ride chugging power chords and bass slides; pre-chorus climbs with rising toms and octave leads. Chorus explodes with stacked male vocals, squealing bends, and a huge snare. Middle-eight drops to clean arpeggios and reverb, then kicks back in with a high-flying guitar melody doubling the hook. Male vocals, big attitude and bigger emotion., hard rock, glam metal