Verse 1

She rolls through the doorway, chin held high,

A grand little storm with a wink in her eye.

She talks like a queen, but she trips on her shoe,

Then blames the whole carpet for what she just threw.

Pre-Chorus

She’s got big opinions, bigger plans,

A little bit of trouble in both her hands.

Chorus

Oh, what a character, bold as can be,

Making a racket and ruling the scene.

She’s silly, she’s stubborn, she’s one of a kind,

A comic parade with a marching-band mind!

Verse 2

She orders the cake, then she steals your plate,

Says “I’m only tasting”—and takes all eight.

She scolds the old clock for running too slow,