[Intro — Playful swinging piano, upright bass joins, brushed drums, muted trumpet flourish] [Verse 1 — Warm, conversational crooning, cheeky smile] You had tattoos and a tongue ring, Gauges in your ears, A little piercing in your nose, And a style I'd never seen. Some days you dressed like a hippie, Some days you'd rock those skater shoes, You never tried to be somebody, You were always just you. [Pre-Chorus — Piano flourishes, gentle brass build] And I could name a hundred things, But none of them's enough, To tell you what I mean when I say... [Chorus — Bright, swinging, charming, playful brass responses] You're cool as fuck, You don't even know it, You never had to try, It was in everything you did. I could tell you that I love you, But that ain't quite enough, 'Cause girl, you're just you, And you're cool as fuck. [Instrumental — Short playful trumpet and piano exchange] [Verse 2 — Rhythmic storytelling, humorous natural phrasing] You used to kick my ass at Call of Duty, And laugh when I got mad, I thought I was pretty good at gaming, Till you showed me what you had. You knew how to roll one perfectly, You could skate and snowboard too, We'd watch some crazy movie, Then find another one to choose. And you were pretty damn good at football, Standing fearless in that goal, Every time I learned something new, There was more I didn't know. [Pre-Chorus — Gentle rhythmic lift] And I could name a hundred things, But none of them's enough, To tell you what I mean when I say... [Chorus — Full swinging band, joyful delivery] You're cool as fuck, You don't even know it, You never had to try, It was in everything you did. I could tell you that I love you, But that ain't quite enough, 'Cause girl, you're just you, And you're cool as fuck. [Verse 3 — Warm, admiring crooning, gentle piano fills] You'd play me songs I'd never heard, From genres I'd never known, And somehow every time you did, My little world had grown. You could dance, you could make music, You could turn a thought to art, You had a thousand different ways, Of showing who you are. [Bridge — Band softens, intimate piano and upright bass, sincere delivery] And after all those years together, I thought I'd seen it all, Then I got to see you as a mother, And fell in love with more. And all the things I loved about you, All the things you loved to do, Were never quite as beautiful, As simply being you. [Instrumental Build — Brushes grow into full swing, brass rises] [Final Chorus — Joyful full-band swing, warm and affectionate] You're cool as fuck, You don't even know it, You never had to try, It was in everything you did. I could tell you that I love you, But that ain't quite enough, 'Cause girl, you're just you, And you're cool as fuck. [Outro — Instruments pull back, intimate teasing vocal, playful piano answer] Yeah, girl, you're just you... [Brief pause] And you're cool as fuck. [Final muted trumpet flourish, gentle piano resolution]
