

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
2:51
No
2/28/2026