Ohhh, Scarlett lyrics

Ohhh, Scarlett! Put that finger down! No, seriously… PUT IT DOWN! Scarlett wakes up, ready to cause some trouble, Hair all crazy, walking on the double. Got a little finger headed straight for her nose, And everybody knows exactly where it goes. She looks around like, “What? What’d I do?” With that innocent smile that we all know ain't true. She's a tiny tornado, a beautiful mess, And somehow we love her nonsense nonetheless. She drives us crazy, makes us laugh, Turns every quiet moment into a photograph. She's wild, she's weird, she's one of a kind— And I wouldn't trade that crazy girl for mine. She's a shithead, but she's my shithead, The funniest little troublemaker I've ever met. Picking her nose like she just won a prize, Dancing like a nerd with the biggest smile. Yeah, she's a shithead, and I love her to death, She can drive me crazy with one single breath. She's loud, she's goofy, she's Scarlett instead— My favorite little shithead! Then the music starts and she hits the floor, Doing some dance nobody's ever seen before. Arms in the air, two steps to the left, Looking like a nerd who's just lost all sense. She spins around like she's headlining the show, Does a move that makes absolutely no sense at all. And I'm standing there laughing, shaking my head, Thinking, “Yep… that's my kid. What did I expect?” She drives us crazy, makes us laugh, Turns every boring day into a photograph. She's weird, she's wonderful, she's perfectly Scarlett— And honestly, we'd never want to change it. She's a shithead, but she's my shithead, The funniest little troublemaker I've ever met. Picking her nose like she just won a prize, Dancing like a nerd with the biggest smile. Yeah, she's a shithead, and I love her to death, She can drive me crazy with one single breath. She's loud, she's goofy, she's Scarlett instead— My favorite little shithead! Someday she'll grow up, and she'll leave this place, But I'll always remember that ridiculous face. The nose-picking days and the nerdy dance moves, The laughter, the chaos, the impossible grooves. And if she ever asks, “Was I really that bad?” I'll say, “Girl, you were the craziest kid I ever had.” But underneath every joke, every laugh, every bit— You were loved every second of it. She's a shithead, but she's my shithead, And I'd choose her again with every breath. Nose-picker, dance freak, queen of the scene, The weir