Verse 1

She ties two red ribbons in her hair

Kicks the dust from an old wooden chair

Laughs at the thunder knocking at the door

Then spins across the kitchen floor

Pre-Chorus

Her eyes say trouble, her grin says go

She turns a small spark into a show

When the room gets quiet, she counts to four

And brings the whole house back for more

Chorus

She's our pop-rock hurricane

Sweet little chaos in a summer rain

Keys strike bright, the whole world starts

She carries fireworks inside her heart

Hey, hey, nobody holds her down

She makes a carnival out of this town

With a wild-eyed smile and a fearless tune