my girl is tiny but she got a booty.

[Verse 1] She five foot nothin’, barely hits my chest But when she walks by, you know the rest Tiny thing, but the attitude’s tall And that booty? Man, it don’t make sense at all She climbs the counter just to reach the shelf Cusses me out, then laughs at herself Stomps in sneakers like she’s six-foot-two But she fits in my hoodie like it’s swallowing you --- [Pre-Chorus] I tease her hard, she hits me back But I love her smirk when she talks that smack And the way she pouts when her show won't load Swear I’d follow her down any road --- [Chorus] My girl is tiny, but she got a booty Like, God damn, that thing unruly She throw it back like she tryna prove That height don’t matter when you got that groove But it ain’t just that, nah, I’m hooked on her The way she laughs, the way she slurs Her late-night rants, her morning tea My short lil’ queen means the world to me --- [Verse 2] She can't see over the wheel, gotta tilt the seat But she parks better than me—ain’t that sweet? Rolls her eyes when I act a fool Then cuddles up close like it’s her own rule We argue over fries, she always wins She talks with her hands, and elbows my chin Says she’s “not short,” just “convenient to lift” But when she smiles, man, my whole world shifts --- [Pre-Chorus] I kiss her nose just to see her glare Then watch her melt when I play with her hair She says she hates all my favorite bands But she hums along when I hold her hand --- [Chorus] My girl is tiny, but she got a booty Like, damn, that thing too moody Walks in sweats like a runway queen She’s five-foot fire in ripped-up jeans But it's not just that, I’m in deep, I swear From the way she talks to how she cares The stupid jokes, her messed-up beats She’s chaos wrapped in something sweet --- [Bridge – Soft & Honest] It’s not just looks, it’s the way she stays The calls at night, the silly phrase The way she fakes sleep just to make me stay And how she ruins every board game we play --- [Final Chorus – Mix of Bravado and Warmth] Yeah, my girl is tiny, but she got a booty Built like art and talks like a movie But what gets me most—man, every time— Is how she holds my hand like it's a rhyme So here’s to her, my bite-sized muse Who makes me laugh and steals my shoes She’s small, she’s loud, she’s got that spark And yeah… that booty leaves a mark