Five-Foot-Two & Six-Foot-Tall

[Verse 1]
She’s five-foot-two in my old hoodie
Bare feet on my front porch rail
Blonde hair braided, stealing my ball cap
Laughing like she can’t ever fail
I’m six foot of dirt-road trouble
Brown hair halfway in my eyes
Grease on my hands from fixing that Chevy
Still she calls me her kinda guy
[Chorus]
She’s my five-foot-two, standin’ on my boots
Lookin’ up at me like I hung the moon
I wrap her up, she fits just right
Tiny little thing in my big ol’ life
Yeah, I ain’t got much, but I’ve got it all
With my five-foot-two and me six-foot-tall
[Verse 2]
She likes wine in a mason on Sunday
I take my coffee strong and black
She plans the week on sticky notes
I just throw my cap in the back
She rolls her eyes at my tall stories
Still leans in for every word
When that song hits on the kitchen speaker
I spin her ‘round like the whole room’s hers (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
She’s my five-foot-two, standin’ on my boots
Lookin’ up at me like I hung the moon
I wrap her up, she fits just right
Tiny little thing in my big ol’ life
Yeah, I ain’t got much, but I’ve got it all
With my five-foot-two and me six-foot-tall
[Bridge]
One day there’ll be little bare footprints
Running through this crooked old hall
Her eyes, her smile, my busted-up grin
All of that love, crammed in something small
[Chorus]
She’s my five-foot-two, standin’ on my boots
Lookin’ up at me like I hung the moon
I pull her close, she steals my hat
Says, “Boy, you know I kinda like you like that”
Yeah, I ain’t got much, but I’ve got it all
With my five-foot-two and me six-foot-tall

country, Warm modern country ballad with male vocals, brushed drums, and twangy electric over acoustic strums. Verse starts intimate and close-mic’d, then chorus widens with steel guitar swells and stacked harmonies. Second run of the chorus leans into a bigger, singalong feel, light organ pad underneath. Easy, campfire-ready groove, heartfelt and playful., beautiful