Owie

(Verse 1)
We square up in the living room, a grin upon your face
Preparing for the impact in our favorite little place
You choose the soft side of my arm, I brace for what’s in store
A sudden thud, a sudden sting, and then we laugh some more
We’re pissing ourselves laughing as we wait to take the hit
Two fully grown adults who just don't know when to quit
Now it’s my turn to aim, I eye your thigh up with a smile
We’ve been playing this ridiculous game for quite a while.
​(Chorus)
And then somebody screams out "Owie!" and the game is finally done
We're counting up the bruises from our little bit of fun
Got a dead leg on the sofa, got a purple mark or two
But there is no one else I’d rather get a dead arm with than you
Yeah, you usually give up first, you wave the white flag high
While we’re nursing all the lasting pain, laughing till we cry.
​(Verse 2)
You wind it up again, I see the mischief in your eyes
You’re going for the biceps, completely no surprise
The tension builds, the knuckles land, a beautiful delay
Before the throbbing sets right in to finish off the day
We’re clutching at our limbs, just doubling over on the floor
Stupid little games that make me love you even more
The neighbors probably think that we’ve completely lost our minds
But it's the best kind of chaos that a happy marriage finds.
​(Chorus)
And then somebody screams out "Owie!" and the game is finally done
We're counting up the bruises from our little bit of fun
Got a dead leg on the sofa, got a purple mark or two
But there is no one else I’d rather get a dead arm with than you
Yeah, you usually give up first, you wave the white flag high
While we’re nursing all the lasting pain, laughing till we cry.
​(Bridge)
Tomorrow there’ll be marks, tomorrow we will feel the ache
A tiny price to pay for all the memories we make
From the anticipation to the heavy, solid thud
This silly little battlefield is cemented in our blood.
​(Guitar Solo / Energetic Synth Break)
​(Chorus)
Until somebody screams out "Owie!" and the game is finally done
We're counting up the bruises from our little bit of fun
Got a dead leg on the sofa, got a purple mark or two
But there is no one else I’d rather get a dead arm with than you
Yeah, you usually give up first, you wave the white flag high
While we’re nursing all the lasting pain, laughing till we cry.
​(Outro)
Yeah, the pain is gonna last a week, but the laughter’s gonna stay
Put some ice upon your leg, my love, until the next game day.
"Owie."

Reggae, Energetic, Playful, Harmonized Vocals, Moderate (76-108 BPM)