Verse 1

You walked in late with a paper cup

Rain on your sleeves, hair all messed up

Said, “I missed the bus, but I’m doing fine”

Then stole my fries like you’d planned the crime

Pre-Chorus

You make a Tuesday feel like something new

One little grin and the whole room moves

Chorus

Hey, hey, you’ve got that don’t-sit-still

Turn a slow day into a carnival

One more spin and the whole place sings

You make a small thing feel like everything

Hey, hey, when you pull me through

Every dull gray day turns bright with you

No big plans, no grand design

Just your hand finding mine