[Meta Tags: Contemporary Country, Southern Sass, Female Lead, Sharp Storytelling, Dark Humor, Confident Vocal, Gritty Edge, Catchy Country Chorus] [Intro] [Bright acoustic guitar, steady kick, sly electric guitar lick] [Female lead, conversational with a hint of mischief] Well, ain’t he precious? That’s what we’re all supposed to say. [Verse 1] Pink balloons tied up to the mailbox Chicken salad sweating on the table Everybody passing that baby around Like he’s the eighth wonder of the county Mama says he’s got his daddy’s eyes Grandma says he’s heaven-sent I take a sip and bite my lip Lord knows what I almost said [Pre-Chorus] Then you hold him up and look at me Like the answer’s written on my face Girl, you asked me what I really think Now don’t get mad at me today [Chorus] Oh, bless your heart, and bless that baby too I’m sure he’s something special to you We’ll pin a blue ribbon on his Sunday best Put a little gold star right there on his chest He might not win no beauty pageant But honey, don’t you cry Everybody gets a trophy For showing up and trying [Verse 2] You say he looks just like his mama And the whole room nods along I see Aunt Betty studying the ceiling Like she just remembered something wrong You say he’ll break a thousand hearts When he’s old enough to drive I say, “Well, bless his little heart, sweetie, Let’s just get him through age five” [Pre-Chorus] You keep fishing for a compliment Like I’m holding one behind my back I could tell you what I’m thinking But I don’t believe you’re built for that [Chorus] Oh, bless your heart, and bless that baby too I’m sure he’s something special to you We’ll pin a blue ribbon on his Sunday best Put a little gold star right there on his chest He might not win no beauty pageant But honey, don’t you cry Everybody gets a trophy For showing up and trying [Bridge] [Band drops back; dry vocal, sly and deliberate] Now don’t you go and twist my words I never said that he was plain I said he had a face worth loving And that’s a whole different game So bring that baby over here Let me kiss his little cheek I’ll give him his participation trophy For being cute enough to compete [Final Chorus] Oh, bless your heart, and bless that baby too I said what I said, now what you gonna do? We’ll pin that blue ribbon on his Sunday best Give him an honorable mention and let Mama do the rest He might not win no beauty pageant But honey, don’t you cry Everybody gets a trophy For showing up and trying [Outro] [Acoustic guitar and a sly electric lick] Now, who’s bringing the cake? [End clean]
