Verse 1
She’s got paint on her hands and stars in her eyes
Laughs so hard it cuts through the night
Quick little comeback, sharp little smile
Makes heavy days feel light for a while
Smart like her mama, stubborn like me
Heart wide open but she won’t break easy
She walks her own road, never follows the crowd
Quiet kind of strong but she still burns loud
Pre-Chorus
And I see fire
Underneath her soul
She’s still growing up
But she already knows
Chorus
She’s my stooge, my beautiful spark
Light in the cracks of a worn-out heart
Funny and fearless, wild and true
Little bit chaos shining through
She paints this world in colors I lose
Turns bad days into something new
And no matter how big this life moves
She’ll always be my stooge
Verse 2
She sings in her room with the door cracked wide
Lost in the music with nowhere to hide
Dreams in her notebook, stars in her head
Still finds beauty in the things left unsaid
Laughing so hard you can hear it downstairs
Turning bad moments to something repaired
Sometimes she fights like the whole world’s wrong
Sometimes her heart writes sad little songs
Pre-Chorus
And I see fire
Underneath her soul
Strong enough to bend
But never lose control
Chorus
She’s my stooge, my beautiful spark
Light in the cracks of a worn-out heart
Funny and fearless, wild and true
Little bit chaos shining through
She paints this world in colors I lose
Turns bad days into something new
And no matter how big this life moves
She’ll always be my stooge
Bridge
One day she’ll fly where I can’t go
Chasing her own sky, finding her own road
But I’ll still hear her laughing somewhere in the dark
Like a song that never really falls apart
And if this world ever breaks your heart
Don’t let it tear your soul apart
You were born to shine right through the scars
Like a wildfire underneath the stars
Final Chorus
She’s my stooge, my reason to believe
There’s still some good left underneath
Beautiful mind with a fire that blooms
Strong enough to light up any room
And when this world gets cold and cruel
I hope she never stops being true
To that wild little soul she grew into
She’ll always be my stooge
DIII