Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well here comes Reese, five foot nothin’ tall,
Walkin’ in a storm cloud, ready to brawl.
Got a curl in her hair and a chip on her shoulder,
Hotter than hell but twice as much colder.

She talks sweet — til she’s done with your face,
Then she’ll roast your life at a NASCAR pace.
Meaner than a mule on a Monday morn,
Like a cactus kissin’ you full of thorns.

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[Chorus]
Ohhh Reese Hale, queen of the sass,
Runnin’ her mouth like a truck outta gas.
Short fuse, loud boots, always on the prowl,
She’ll cuss you out with a cheerleader growl.
Don’t let that smile fool your soul —
She’ll ruin your week with a side-eye roll.
Curly-haired chaos wrapped in a rage —
Reese Hale belongs in a cage.

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[Verse 2]
She once told a preacher to shut his lips,
And keyed a truck over onion dip.
Got kicked outta church, outta choir, outta class,
She’d punch sweet tea if it looked at her crass.

You say “Good morning,” she says “For who?”
Ask her to smile and she’ll bite your shoe.
Built like a shot glass, fights like a tank,
Got a tattoo that just says “NO THANKS.”

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[Chorus]
Ohhh Reese Hale, storm in a skirt,
She’ll steal your fries and roast your shirt.
Short on height but long on spite,
She’ll burn your barn for fun at night.
Curly-haired chaos, pint-sized pain,
Ain’t nobody safe when she goes insane.
Swears like a trucker, walks like a flame —
Reese Hale’s gonna ruin your name.

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[Bridge]
Don’t try to be sweet, don’t flash that grin,
She’ll gut your soul with a fountain pen.
You can’t out-run her, out-smart, or dodge —
She’s the queen of mean with a chip the size of Dodge.

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[Final Chorus]
Ohhh Reese Hale, bless her spiteful heart,
She tears down peace like it’s modern art.
Curly top devil in a five-foot frame,
Built like a joke but she ain’t playin’ games.
So if you see her smilin’, you best turn ’round —
‘Cause that ain’t joy… it’s the kill face she’s found.
She’s wild, she’s wrath, she’s pure disdain —
Reese Hale… hailin’ straight from Pain.