

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Pink shoes on the wrong feet Marker on the bedroom wall Chewing on a secret smile As they start to call “Don’t run in the driveway” She’s already at the street Hair wild in the wind Skinned-up knees on concrete [Chorus] She’s a little hurricane Spinning through the living room Breaking every rule they make Like it’s just balloons “You can’t tell me what to do” That’s her favorite line (hey!) She’s a little hurricane And they’re standing in the eye tonight [Verse 2] Bedtime at eight-thirty She’s bargaining for ten Hiding in the closet With a flashlight and her friends “Turn that racket down now” She just turns it up Jumping on the sofa Milk spilling from her cup [Chorus] She’s a little hurricane Spinning through the living room Breaking every rule they make Like it’s just balloons “You can’t tell me what to do” That’s her favorite line (hey!) She’s a little hurricane And they’re standing in the eye tonight [Bridge] One day she’ll drive too fast Chasing her own sky They’ll wait up in the kitchen light As the hours crawl by But for now she’s five years tall Stomping like a marching band Tiny rebel heart That still fits in one hand (oh) [Chorus] She’s a little hurricane Spinning through the living room Breaking every rule they make Like it’s nothing new “You can’t tell me what to do” Yeah She shouts it proud (hey!) She’s a little hurricane And they kinda love the sound She’s a little hurricane Shaking up this quiet town
Tags
rock, Crunchy modern rock with a bratty, anthemic edge; mid-tempo groove, big distorted guitars, snare that smacks. Verses lean on chugging power chords and bass, vocal half-snarled; chorus explodes with wide-open drums and group “hey!” shouts. Brief middle-eight strips to toms and bass before a final, shout-along hook. Male vocals.
3:07
No
3/6/2026