Little Hurricane

[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

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.