Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Sunset bleachers Scuffed-up shoes You call the pitches I call you my muse Scoreboard flickers We’re laughing in twos Every little glance Feels like big news [Chorus] I’m a home run hitter with you Swinging for the fences on a Tuesday afternoon Roundin’ every base of this heart so true Yeah, every little pitch that life throws We turn it into something that grows Baby, I’m a home run hitter with you (with you) [Verse 2] Coffee in the morning Jazz on low You’re in my hoodie Dancing slow Burnt toast, giggles You steal my spoon We’re out of rhythm Still right in tune [Chorus] I’m a home run hitter with you Swinging for the fences on a Tuesday afternoon Roundin’ every base of this heart so true Yeah, every little pitch that life throws We turn it into something that grows Baby, I’m a home run hitter with you (oh with you) [Bridge] Everybody’s rushing, chasing Score they can’t explain We just pass the popcorn, baby Watching summer rain Win or lose the game out there We already came through Every time I look at you I’m touchin’ home, it’s true [Chorus] I’m a home run hitter with you Swinging for the fences on a Tuesday afternoon Roundin’ every base of this heart so true Yeah, every little pitch that life throws We turn it into something that grows Baby, I’m a home run hitter with you (hey) I’m a home run hitter with you
Tags
jazz, Bright pop-country core with brushed-jazz swing on the verses; female vocals leaning playful and flirty. Upright bass walking under crisp acoustic guitar, soft piano stabs on the offbeats. Choruses bloom with stacked harmonies, tambourine, and a snappy backbeat; bridge strips to bass, snaps, and vocal before a final, bigger chorus with a key-lift feel., pop, country
Duration
2:49
Instrumental
No
Created
3/25/2026