"My Sweet Little Trouble" Response song”

[VOCAL RULE — PLACE AT VERY TOP IN SUNO] Clark Banger is the only lead singer. Male solo lead vocal only. Soulful male background singers only. No female vocals anywhere. No female ad-libs. No female harmonies. No duet. No call-and-response with a woman. All harmonies, stacks, hums, and gospel lifts must be sung by male voices only. Every line is sung from Clark Banger’s male perspective. [Intro — Warm Rhodes piano, soft blues guitar, deep soul bass slowly entering, male hums only] Mmm… yeah… Clark Banger… Baby, you done started somethin’ now… Standing in that kitchen talkin’ sweet like that… Lord have mercy… [Soulful male background hums only] Mmm… mmm… Yeah… [Verse 1 — Smoky close-mic Black male baritone only] You came in sweet like peaches in June, But girl, I saw that fire in your eyes. You cut that melon slow on purpose, Had me grinnin’ like I lost my mind. Tomatoes on the board, greens on your shirt, Texas heat rollin’ through the room. Then you leaned right through that kitchen light, Like trouble dressed up in perfume. That hot little grin said more than words, And I heard every word it didn’t say. You called me sweet little sugar, baby, But you knew I was meltin’ the same way. [Pre-Chorus — Male lead only, soft male harmony stack underneath] Say it low, I’ll say it plain, I like the way you call my name. You look at me like I’m the flame, Then act surprised when I burn the same. [Soulful male background singers only] Burn the same… Burn the same… [Chorus — Clark lead vocal with soulful male background singers only] You’re my sweet little trouble, Standing close in the kitchen light. Sweet little trouble, Got me losing every bit of fight. You talk like honey, Move like summer rain. Sweet little trouble, Girl, you’re driving Clark insane. You said stay close tonight, Baby, I was already on my way. My sweet little trouble, I ain’t leaving anyway. [Male background singers only] Ain’t leaving anyway… No, I ain’t leaving anyway… [Verse 2 — Blues guitar answers each vocal line, no female voices] Your hands on my waist like grapes in the rain, You knew exactly what that does. Mango in the late heat, sugar on your lips, Had the whole room smelling like us. You said you like that dirty talk, Wrapped up in my smile. Well baby, come a little closer, I’ve been holding back awhile. And that dress got caught up in a fight with the Texas heat, ’Cause it ain’t covering anything. Every curve look heaven-made, Girl, you’re walking like a song I wanna sing. Small little dress in a barnyard breeze, Got me praying and sinning both. You call me sugar, but truth be told, You’re the sweetest trouble I know. [Pre-Chorus 2 — Male lead with low male harmony only] Say it low, I’ll answer slow, Ain’t no place I’d rather go. You lit the match, now watch it glow, Baby, let that feeling show. [Soulful male background singers only] Let it show… Let it show… [Chorus — Fuller drums, male gospel harmony stack only] You’re my sweet little trouble, Standing close in the kitchen light. Sweet little trouble, Got me losing every bit of fight. You talk like honey, Move like summer rain. Sweet little trouble, Girl, you’re driving Clark insane. You said stay close tonight, Baby, I was already on my way. My sweet little trouble, I ain’t leaving anyway. [Male background singers only] Ain’t leaving anyway… Sweet little trouble… Ain’t leaving anyway… [Bridge — Dark cello enters, violin swells, Rhodes soft underneath] Slow like honey, deep like red wine, You said it first, but baby, it’s my line. You wanted soft trouble all night long, Well here I am turning your words into song. You got that kitchen feeling holy and wrong, Like Sunday morning met Saturday night. Flute in the air, violin crying, And your smile got me holding on tight. I ain’t here playing, I ain’t here running, I ain’t just talking sweet for fun. You asked for trouble wrapped in love, Baby, I’m standing here as one. [Soulful male background singers only] Standing here… Standing here as one… [Breakdown — Bass drops low, close-mic male vocal, no female ad-libs] Girl, when you say my name like that… I hear the porch light, the rain, the heat. I hear every little thing you want, Even the words you don’t repeat. You called me sweet little sugar, But you’re the one on my tongue. And if this is trouble, baby, Then I don’t wanna be done. [Male background hums only] Mmm… don’t wanna be done… No, no… [Final Chorus — Clark lead vocal with soulful male background singers only, male gospel harmony lift, no female voices] You’re my sweet little trouble, Standing close in the kitchen light. Sweet little trouble, Got me losing every bit of fight. You talk like honey, Move like summer rain. Sweet little trouble, Girl, you’re driving Clark insane. You said stay close tonight, Baby, I was already on my way. My sweet little trouble, I ain’t leaving anyway. [Soulful male background singers only] Ain’t leaving anyway… Sweet little trouble… Ain’t leaving anyway