Zoe brownie

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Zoe’s sittin’ on the counter, swingin’ her feet,
Tryin’ not to cry from the chocolate heat.
Her sister’s bakin’ somethin’ in that tray,
But it’s takin’ so long, Lord, it feels like May.

She’s sniffin’ the air like a bloodhound dog,
Tryna peek inside through that oven fog.
“Don’t open the door!” her sister screams,
But Zoe’s lost in her brownie dreams.

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(Chorus)
She’s waitin’ on brownies, losin’ her mind,
Checkin’ that clock for the hundredth time.
Her stomach’s singin’ a country tune,
It’s been thirty-five minutes past high noon.
She don’t want love, don’t need no kiss,
Just a gooey square of chocolate bliss.
Yeah, Zoe’s burnin’ in that sweet tooth fight —
Waitin’ on brownies all dang night.

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(Verse 2)
She tried distractin’ with some sweet tea sips,
But it don’t hit right when you need cocoa chips.
Her sister’s laughin’, takin’ her sweet time,
Sayin’, “Good things bake slow, like a fine red wine.”

But Zoe’s poutin’, leanin’ on the fridge,
Starin’ like a hawk from the pantry bridge.
She don’t want dinner, she don’t want stew —
Just a fudgy slice she can sink into.

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(Chorus)
She’s waitin’ on brownies, losin’ her mind,
Checkin’ that clock for the hundredth time.
Her stomach’s singin’ a country tune,
It’s been thirty-five minutes past high noon.
She don’t want love, don’t need no kiss,
Just a gooey square of chocolate bliss.
Yeah, Zoe’s burnin’ in that sweet tooth fight —
Waitin’ on brownies all dang night.

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(Bridge – slower, dramatic build)
Oh the smell’s so close, it’s a crime to tease,
Zoe’s prayin’ down on both her knees.
She says, “Sis, if I don’t get fed real soon…
I might just eat the spoon.”

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(Final Chorus – big & fun)
She was waitin’ on brownies, almost broke down,
Dreamin’ ’bout ‘em warm with a crispy crown.
Then the timer rang like a country song,
Zoe grabbed a fork and said, “Took ya long!”

She don’t want nothin’ fancy or grand,
Just a brownie square in her hungry hand.
Now she’s smilin’ in that oven light —
Zoe and her brownies, feelin’ just right.

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(Outro – playful)
Yeah, love might be slow, but brownies take the cake…
Next time, Zoe’s gonna bake her own dang bake.