Verse 1

Sweet little trouble, I’m holding my breath,

Trying to keep my composure through every mess.

A porcine feast for three countries wide—

That’s one tall tale I can’t keep inside.

Pre-Chorus

But the kitchen’s closed, and the plans went wrong,

My brave little scheme won’t last very long.

Chorus

Oh, what a mess, what a ridiculous day,

Big plans tumble and get swept away.

Laugh it off, let the whole thing pass,

I’m the queen of the chaos—classy, alas!

Verse 2

No bucket, no fuss, no grand recipe,

Just me and my nonsense, wild and carefree.

I talk a big game, then I change my mind,