Lyrics

(Verse 1)
It’s Meghan with an H, don’t get it wrong,
From the east side where the stubborn come strong.
She’ll boss you around just to set the tone,
Then laugh in your face like, “You should’ve known.”
Italian queen with a side of sass,
Can't get a tan but got all that class.
You say “Megan”? Nah, spell it right —
She’ll fight you over vowels like it’s date night.

(Pre-Chorus)
Got a wife and a man? That’s a flex, not a mess —
Double booked love, call it high-stakes chess.
She’s rude in a way that feels like a hug,
But still roasts Dakota like it’s her drug.

(Chorus)

Ohhhh Meghan Ferrara, bless your loud soul,
You’re the human version of a spicy eggroll.
Too pale to tan, too strong to care,
You're basically a ghost with mafia flair.
You bark commands like it’s your day job,
Got the sass of a queen and the chill of a mob.
So Meghan — with an H, yes we checked,
You're a hot mess but with full respect.

(Verse 2)

You spell your name like a plot twist hit,
Even autocorrect’s like, “I quit.”
You're the kind of friend who calls you out,
Then steals your fries without a doubt.
Your vibe? Loud Italian with a hint of chaos,
You fight like you're on Real Housewives of Naples.
You roast Dakota daily — that poor man,
He's got PTSD from your roastin' brand.

(Bridge)
M-E-G-H-A-N — why’s your name a spelling exam?
You confuse the world one form at a time,
But somehow that chaos feels sublime.
(Final Chorus)
Meghan Ferrara, you're tough and loud,
Standin’ out wild in a basic crowd.
You’re the storm that clears the air,
A hurricane with perfect hair.
So here’s your roast — wear it like a crown,
No one rocks petty like you in this town.
Meghan — yeah, with that cursed “H,”
Thanks for the drama, now exit the stage.

(Outro spoken)
Go ahead, correct my spelling again, Meghan.
But just know... your tan is fictional, your sass is eternal,
And Dakota’s hiding in witness protection.