[Verse 1]
Canella used to tiptoe
Always asking, “Is this too much?”
Head full of careful maybes
Heart hiding from its own touch
But lately there’s a rumble
Like a storm in a little teacup
She’s laughing a little louder
Saying, “Watch me mess this world up” (hey!)
[Chorus]
I’m small and terrible, baby
Sweet as Sunday, wild as rum
I’m warm and tender, maybe
But I don’t back down from anyone
Tuning up my attitude
Like a radio catching fire
I’m small and terrible, baby
And I’m everything I desire
[Verse 2]
She spills coffee on her T-shirt
Shrugs and calls it “battle stain”
Dances in the grocery aisle
Spinning through the sugar and the grain
She’ll cry at a kind word
Then roar when you draw that line
A pocket-sized tornado
With a glow that makes you blind (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
I’m small and terrible, baby
Sweet as Sunday, wild as rum
I’m warm and tender, maybe
But I don’t back down from anyone
Tuning up my attitude
Like a radio catching fire
I’m small and terrible, baby
And I’m everything I desire
[Bridge]
Here’s to every quiet heart
Learning how to take up space
Here’s to every gentle hand
Leaving fingerprints on this place
[Chorus]
I’m small and terrible, baby
Sweet as Sunday, wild as rum
I’m warm and tender, maybe
But I don’t back down from anyone
Tuning up my attitude
Like a radio catching fire
I’m small and terrible, baby
And I’m everything I desire