**“Too Good for These Boys”** Brinley walks in with her blonde hair shining, Boots on the floor and the whole room timing. Got that pretty little smile, but don’t get confused, She ain’t the kind of girl you get to choose. She’s got standards sitting sky high, Sweet as summer with a dangerous side. Every boy thinks he’s got a chance, Till she turns around and kills that dance. TJ, please, you ain’t the one, Cute little try, but baby, we’re done. Madey, thank you, next in line, Brinley’s too good to waste her time. She’s a bad ass girl with the blonde hair glow, Everybody wants her, but she already knows. Too good for these boys, too sharp, too free, Brinley don’t chase, she lets them leave. But Yuki’s got that voice she can’t ignore, That accent hits and she wants one more. Country night, neon blue, Brinley’s heart keeps running to you. She don’t fall easy, she don’t play small, Doesn’t need a man to feel ten feet tall. She can break a heart with a look and a laugh, Then walk away like she never looked back. TJ tried smooth, but it didn’t land, Madey came through with a half-made plan. She tipped her hat like, “Thanks, but no,” Blonde hair flying as she stole the show. But Yuki talks and the room slows down, That accent rolling like a warm south sound. She tries to act cool, tries to stay clean, But he’s the one living in her daydreams. TJ, please, you ain’t the one, Cute little try, but baby, we’re done. Madey, thank you, next in line, Brinley’s too good to waste her time. She’s a bad ass girl with the blonde hair glow, Everybody wants her, but she already knows. Too good for these boys, too sharp, too free, Brinley don’t chase, she lets them leave. But Yuki’s got that voice she can’t ignore, That accent hits and she wants one more. Country night, neon blue, Brinley’s heart keeps running to you. She’s got whiskey confidence, wildflower grace, Looks like trouble in a soft-lit place. Boys keep talking, trying to compete, But she’s already dancing to a different beat. And if Yuki calls her name just right, She might let him steal one slow dance tonight. Not because she needs him, not because she’s weak, But that accent does something when he speaks. TJ, please, Madey, move along, Brinley’s writing her own damn song. Too good for the noise, too bright for the games, She only turns around when Yuki says her name. She’s a bad ass girl with the blonde hair glow, Everybody wants her, but she already knows. Too good for these boys, too sharp, too free, Brinley don’t chase, she lets them leave. But Yuki’s got that voice she can’t ignore, That accent hits and she wants one more. Country night, neon blue, Brinley’s heart keeps running to you. So here’s to Brinley, blonde and bold, Heart too hot and standards gold. All these boys can try their luck, But she don’t need them pulling up. Because she’s the headline, she’s the flame, She’s the girl they all still name. Too good for every boy passing through, But maybe, just maybe, not too good for Yuki too.
