[Instrumental Intro - 4 bars; bluesy guitar motif, rounded bass, crisp drums] [Verse 1 - Male, warm confident Southern rap] Your keys hit the counter, you kick the door closed, Got the day on your shoulders and dust on your soles. I reach for the speakers, let that guitar slide; You stop in the doorway, give me that sideways eye. Then you set your bag down, let the whole thing breathe, Tap two fingers on the table right in time with the beat. A half-smile starts, and it spreads to your eyes— There goes my train of thought for the second damn time. [Pre-Chorus - Male, melodic lift] You take my hand before I find the words; That little pull still turns my whole world. [Chorus - Male, big warm sung hook] Still my it girl, caught me looking again, Same old fool with a brand-new grin. You don't need a spotlight, don't need that crowd; I see you better when the lights go down. Let the whole world hurry; let the low end roll— Still my it girl when it's just us at home. [Verse 2 - Male, conversational rhythmic rap] There's a page beside your coffee with a half-drawn plan; You turn it round and show me; I lean in to understand. You light up telling stories, hands moving through the air; I let the next song play; I'd rather hear you there. You catch me trying to finish what you haven't said; One raised eyebrow stops me, and I shake my head. I love that you've got places only you can choose to go, And every time I listen, there's more of you to know. [Pre-Chorus - Male, rising melody] You take my hand before I find the words; That little pull still turns my whole world. [Chorus - Male, fuller guitars and same-male harmonies] Still my it girl, caught me looking again, Same old fool with a brand-new grin. You don't need a spotlight, don't need that crowd; I see you better when the lights go down. Let the whole world hurry; let the low end roll— Still my it girl when it's just us at home. [Instrumental Break - 12 bars; guitar develops the main riff, bass answers; drums thin, then rebuild] [Verse 3 - Male, playful melodic rap] Now the porch light's buzzing and the neighbors' windows dim; We ought to turn it down; you reach and turn it up again. You mouth a line I butcher; I miss it right on cue; You laugh so hard you lean against me; I lean into you. The good shirt's on the chair; we never made it into town, There's half a tank of gas and neither one is headed out. I used to think a big night had to take us somewhere new; Now the room can stay the same and I can still get lost in you. [Bridge - Male, intimate soulful singing; guitar and voice, bass rests] Some days the shine is a slow kind, More ember than a flame. You don't have to light up every room To make me feel this way. I can meet you in the quiet; We can let the record play. The woman underneath the noise Still takes my breath away. [Final Chorus - Male, full band, wider same-male harmonies and lifted melody] Still my it girl, caught me looking again, Same old fool with a brand-new grin. You don't need a spotlight, don't need that crowd; I see you better when the lights go down. Let the whole world hurry; let the low end roll— Still my it girl when it's just us at home. [Outro - Male, smiling sung title over returning guitar riff] Caught me looking again, Still got that brand-new grin. Still my it girl, Right here at home. [Instrumental Ending - 8 bars; guitar and bass resolve together, clean final stop]
