Golden Girl, Black Sheep

[Verse 1]
(F) Everybody knows my name
Photos on the hallway frames
Perfect hair and practiced smile
Laughing loud
Running the school for miles
(M) Everybody knows me too
Not the way they know you
Whispers when I walk on by
Sideways looks like I’m some kind of crime
[Pre-Chorus]
(F) But when the doors all close
You’re the one I’m waiting for
(M) In the quiet of your room
I’m the boy you pull in close
[Chorus]
You’re the golden girl
I’m the black sheep
They don’t get how your hand fits my sleeve
You’re the homecoming crown
I’m the bad dream
Still you’re saving me a space in your front seat
Let ’em talk
Let ’em stare
We’re the rumor they can’t wear out
Golden girl
Black sheep
Still we’re walking through the fire down the same street (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
(M) They say you could have any guy
Quarterback or valedictorian smile
So why you sitting in the back row
Sharing earbuds
Drawing hearts in my notebook
(F) They say I’m throwing it away
Backing you on every bad day
But they never see your hands shake
Or how you laugh when you finally feel safe
[Pre-Chorus]
(M) When you peel off all that gloss
You’re just you in my old shirt
(F) And the ink on your arms
Tells the stories they never learned
[Chorus]
You’re the golden girl
I’m the black sheep
They don’t get how your hand fits my sleeve
You’re the homecoming crown
I’m the bad dream
Still you’re saving me a space in your front seat
Let ’em talk
Let ’em point
We’re the headline they can’t rewrite
Golden girl
Black sheep
But your name sounds right tangled up with mine (woah)
[Bridge]
(F) Do you ever wish you could disappear?
(M) Only till your voice says
“I’m right here”
(F) If they make you feel small in the halls again
(M) I’ll be waiting by the lockers till the last bell ends
(Both) We’re the scribble on the yearbook page
Circle hearts around our names
[Chorus]
You’re the golden girl
I’m the black sheep
They can laugh but they can’t change what this means
You’re the homecoming crown
I’m the bad dream
Still you’re holding onto me like I’m your team
Let ’em talk
Let ’em spin
We’ll be older
We’ll remember this
Golden girl
Black sheep
Yeah
We’re writing our own story in the nosebleeds (hey)
Golden girl
Black sheep
You and me against the whole damn week

Modern pop duet with male and female vocals; clean drums, warm bass, and shimmering guitars. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d, trading perspectives; pre-chorus adds airy pads and light percussion; chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and a bright, hooky topline. Middle bridge strips back to piano and soft snaps, then final chorus hits with bigger ad-libs and a lifted key feel., female vocals