**FORGOT WHAT I CAME FOR** [FEMALE SOLO THROUGHOUT — Natural, Confident, Playful Storytelling] [COLD OPEN — SIMPLE GUITAR PICKUP] I came for the dog Then he opened the door One look at that man I forgot what I came for [VERSE 1 — CONVERSATIONAL, LIGHTLY AMUSED] Six foot five filled up the frame Low voice took its time with my name Thirty-six, thick silver hair swept back Cool green eyes, all control intact Rolled-up sleeves, forearms bare One scarred knuckle resting there His stern mouth hinted at vice I looked once, then I looked twice [PRE-CHORUS — RHYTHM BEGINS TO LIFT] I came for the dog, stick to the plan Quit undressing the silver-haired man [CHORUS — OPEN, CATCHY, ORGANIC] I came for the dog, then he opened the door Six-five in rolled sleeves—I forgot what I came for Thirty-six, silver-haired, built like bad advice Cool green eyes made me look twice One hand on the frame and there went the plan I came for his dog, not the rest of the man He opened the door I forgot what I came for [VERSE 2 — LOWER, MISCHIEVOUS STORYTELLING] His fingers rested calmly on the frame I pictured them while calling out his name That stern mouth promised trouble after dark I wanted those lips somewhere they’d leave a mark He hadn’t touched me; still I felt laid bare Those cool green eyes had traveled everywhere One corner of his mouth shaped half a smile I wanted to ruin his control for a while [PRE-CHORUS — RHYTHM BEGINS TO LIFT] I came for the dog, stick to the plan Quit undressing the silver-haired man [CHORUS — OPEN, CATCHY, ORGANIC] I came for the dog, then he opened the door Six-five in rolled sleeves—I forgot what I came for Thirty-six, silver-haired, built like bad advice Cool green eyes made me look twice One hand on the frame and there went the plan I came for his dog, not the rest of the man He opened the door I forgot what I came for [BRIDGE — PLAYFUL FEMALE INTERNAL MONOLOGUE, STOP-TIME GUITAR] Think of the dog Ask about his care Stop wondering how he would pull your hair Ask what the dog needs Ask where he keeps the keys Stop picturing six foot five on his knees Keep it professional Keep it light Stop wondering what those hands do at night [SHORT GUITAR TURN] [FINAL CHORUS — FULL ARRANGEMENT, SUBTLE FEMALE HARMONIES] I came for the dog, then he opened the door Six-five in rolled sleeves—I forgot what I came for Thirty-six, silver-haired, built like bad advice Cool green eyes made me look twice One hand on the frame, let bad thoughts begin He said my name low; every thought walked in All of them dirty... He opened the door I forgot what I came for [OUTRO — GUITAR ONLY, KNOWING SMILE] I came for the dog Then he opened the door One look at that man I forgot what I came for
