

Prompt / Lyrics
🎸 Verse 1 My buddy said, “Man, she’s insane in the best way,” So we rolled up her street just past mid-day. Front door open, she’s bent at the waist, Red leggings, phat ass — I caught a taste. She stood up slow like it’s slo-mo TV, Blonde hair wild and brown eyes on me. Said “Hey, I’m Amy,” and cracked a grin, Then asked if I’d ever had to take a shot for my sin. ⸻ 🎤 Pre-Chorus Mood was set… then it shrunk on the spot, She listed infections like it was her shot. Like I was supposed to be impressed or thrilled — But instead my spine said, “Boy, stand still.” ⸻ 🎶 Chorus She’s got curves like a cheetah, But danger in her smile, Yeah, she’ll clean your house topless Then vanish for a while. She’s got perfect… everything, But chaos in her tone. She’s the kind of girl you pray about When you get back home… …after washing your soul. ⸻ 🎸 Verse 2 We drove her to school in my friend’s old beater, No clutch left, just a junkyard eater. We couldn’t stop — no brakes, no plan, So we popped the door and just yeeted that bitch out the van. Another time, sun not even up, She let herself in, crawled under the covers naked. Started kissin’ and playing with me and I grabbed her C cup, ’Til my brain said, “Wait… get your fingers out of her or you’re baked.” ⸻ 🎤 Bridge (spoken, slow + disgusted) I said, “Amy?” She said, “Yep.” I bolted upright and nearly wept. Ran to the sink like a man possessed, Scrubbed my hands and begged for rest. ⸻ 🎶 Chorus (repeat, louder + layered) She’s got curves like a cheetah, But she’ll leave you seeing red, Yeah, she’ll laugh while wreckin’ your weekend And live rent-free in your head. She’s got perfect… everything, But logic never stayed. She’s a beautiful, wild catastrophe In cheap red spandex haze. ⸻ 🔥 Outro (spoken like a campfire ghost story) If you ever meet Amy… Just remember one thing: Red leggings lie, And not every dream’s worth the ride.
Tags
Fast-paced pop-punk with catchy hooks, raunchy lyrics, and high-energy early 2000s rock vibes., pop, punk, pop punk
3:28
No
7/13/2025