Hails of Bay

Well I always know when something’s wrong,

I don’t need words, don’t need it said long—

’Cause when she’s mad, boy, I know the sign,

That hair goes straight up like a warning line.

No yelling, no screaming war…

That messy bun means “back up four.”

🎸 Pre-Chorus

But give her five minutes she’s sweet as can be,

Smiling like sunshine, lighting up everything…

🎶 Chorus

She called hay bales “hails of bay,”

Thinks baseball’s played in quarters, hey, who’s to say?

And if you leave something out, she’ll just pitch it away,

Queen of Clean — no mercy, no delay.

She tongue-twists big words like it’s part of a play—

But I love that girl more and more every day.

Oh Nisha, my beautiful bright-eyed babe,

Life’s better with you and your hails of bay.

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🎸 Verse 2

Set something down, just blink one time,

Next thing you know, it’s gone, and she says, “It’s fine.”

Lost my hat, my keys, my tools last week,

She said, “Decluttering makes the soul feel free.”

She loves everyone, she’s pure heart and gold,

And that smile of hers never gets old.

🎸 Pre-Chorus 2

Yeah she’s laughter and sunlight and saving grace,

Even when words come from outer space…

🎶 Chorus

She called hay bales “hails of bay,”

Thinks baseball’s got quarters — baby it’s okay.

She’ll throw your phone away if it’s left out of place,

Queen of Clean — moving at lightning pace.

She tongue-twists big words like it’s part of a play—

And I swear she gets cuter every single day.

Oh Nisha, my lovely laugh-filled babe,

Life’s sweeter with you and your hails of bay.

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🌩️ Bridge (talking-style, humor)

And when that bun goes high — everybody run,

Like a tornado siren in the afternoon sun.

But when she lets her hair fall back down again…

That’s when heaven rolls in.

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🎶 Final Chorus

She called hay bales “hails of bay,”

Thinks baseball’s got quarters — baby girl, it’s okay.

Perfectly imperfect in every single way,

And she loves like fire that’ll never fade.

Yeah she’s my girl forever, come what may—

I’ll love her till the stars all fall away.

Oh Nisha, my beautiful bright-eyed babe,

Life’s better with you and your hails of bay.

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🎤 Spoken Tag ( comedic outro)

(Soft laugh)

“And don’t leave your stuff out…

’Cause she will throw it away.”