sweet but snakey

She walks in smilin’, angel face, “Madison, tea?” like it’s grace. “I’m hungry too,” like it’s fate, Royal decree from a paper plate. Glasses gone, “I can’t see clear!” Whole house searchin’ far and near. I find ’em right where they lay, Now I’m guilty for plantin’ ’em that day. If Tyler went to Hogwarts late one night, The Sorting Hat would get it right. Not Gryffindor brave, not Hufflepuff sweet — She’d slide to Slytherin, front-row seat. Face cream spill, “Let’s hide the scene,” Five minutes later it’s CSI routine. Kinder eggs turn headline stakes, Now I’m in court over small mistakes. Rain on the roof, school-run day, Sudden illness finds its way. Family group chat SOS, Clouds roll back — she’s suddenly blessed. If Tyler went to Hogwarts late one night, The Sorting Hat would get it right. Not Gryffindor brave, not Hufflepuff sweet — She’d slide to Slytherin, front-row seat. Nan’s still pressin’, foldin’ neat, Ironin’ life in tidy sheets. Tattoo sleeves and a harmless grin, But the whisper wind comes rollin’ in. She says Reddit’s a pervert scene, Strangest club she’s ever seen. Then calls up G.P.T for clarity, With A.I. plead-in’ partial charity. Theo makin’ them suspect sounds, Did that come from home or YouTube rounds? If Tyler went to Hogwarts late one night, The Sorting Hat would get it right. Not Gryffindor brave, not Hufflepuff sweet — She’d slide to Slytherin, front-row seat. Tyler’s sweet, sweet sugar… but snakey, Pretty little smile… but snakey. Hugs you tight, then twists it slightly, Tells it different by the nightly. Bless her heart, don’t mistake me, Tyler’s nice girl vibe… but snakey. You won’t see it till it’s too late — Sweet as sugar… Tyler’s snakey. Laughs with you, then shifts the frame, Truth comes back with a different name. If stirrin’ pots was how you’d rank, Tyler’d take the trophy, hug and thank. And if peace rolls in, just watch her feet, That ten-point turn ain’t loud — it’s discreet. If Tyler went to Hogwarts late one night, The Sorting Hat would get it right. Not Gryffindor brave, not Hufflepuff sweet — She’d slide to Slytherin, front-row seat. Tyler’s sweet, sweet sugar… but snakey, Talks real soft… but snakey. Looks all calm till the plot gets shaky, Nice girl energy… but snakey. Bless her heart, I ain’t complainin’, Just sayin’ what I’m explainin’. You won’t see it till it’s too late — Sweet as sugar… Tyler’s snakey. Sweet as sugar… Tyler’s snakey… Little bit sweet… Little bit snakey… Yeah… she’s snakey… (steel guitar slide… fade out)