[INTRO — ukulele and whistling tune soft pop] She tiptoes in like a cloud made of purrs, tail curled like a question she already knows the answer to. Princess Littles… sweetest tyrant in the kingdom of my couch. [VERSE 1 — bubbly pop] She blinks slow like a sunrise, tiny paws on velvet floors. Wants cuddles, wants warmth, wants everything and more. But try to pick her up? She’s gone like a rumor, a whisper, a gray streak of royal betrayal. [CHORUS — bubbly pop] Princess Littles, sugar‑soft and shy, hiding from the doorbell like it’s doomsday in the sky. But she loves the spotlight, loves to be adored, sits in every conversation like she’s part of the board. [FLIP — death metal growl] [CHORUS — metal variation] PRINCESS LITTLES QUEEN OF CLAWS AND FEAR ONE SINGLE TALON RIGHT IN YOUR EAR SHE DEMANDS TRIBUTE TREATS ON THE FLOOR BOW TO THE PRINCESS OR FACE THE MURDER‑MITTEN WAR [VERSE 2 — bubbly pop] She chirps when she’s happy, like a teapot full of stars. Rolls onto her back like she’s posing for the cover of Royal Cats Monthly. But touch the belly? Oh no. That’s a trap. That’s a treaty violation. [BRIDGE — spoken word, metal creeping in] She approaches… slow… delicate… angelic… and taps me with one single claw. A warning. A promise. A princess tax. [BREAKDOWN — full death metal] SHE RUNS FROM YOUR HANDS BUT DEMANDS YOUR DEVOTION A STORM OF GRAY FUR AND PURE EMOTIONAL CHAOS SHE FEARS NEW PEOPLE BUT SHE OWNS THIS HOUSE A DUAL‑NATURED MONARCH WITH A TINY, TERRIBLE MOUTH [CHORUS — bubbly pop return] Princess Littles, sweetest little queen, soft as powdered sugar, shy as moonlit green. She wants to be held, but only on her terms, a royal contradiction wrapped in silver fur. [OUTRO — mixed spoken word] [soft] She curls beside me, purring like a lullaby… [metal growl] until she doesn’t. [soft] Princess Littles… my sugar and my claws.
