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I'm not here to start a war,

Just tap the rules... then tease some more.

A crooked grin, a playful pout,

I like to see what you're about.

I'll roll my eyes, I'll cross my arms,

Pretend I'm immune to all your charms.

I'll say, "Who, me? I did nothing!"

With innocence fit for a little queen.

I'll steal a hoodie, hide the keys,

Say, "Catch me first, if you please."

I'll smirk and laugh, then run away,

Just to brighten up the day.

Because a brat's not born to fight,

Or turn affection into spite.

We're little storms with sunny skies,

Mischief dancing in our eyes.

The sass? It's real. The grin? Genuine.

The timing? Always inconvenient.

A playful challenge, bold but sweet—

A happy little test to meet.

It's never meant to push too far,

Or leave a dent or raise a scar.

It's laughter wrapped in cheeky flair,

A way of saying, "I know you're there."

So if I huff and if I tease,

Or answer back with practiced ease,

Don't mistake my playful art—

I'm simply wearing my brat heart.

A wink. A grin. A mock "Oh, please!"

A tiny dose of playful tease.

Because where trust and laughter meet,

A brat can make the game complete.

So here's my secret, plain and true:

The sass is part of saying, "I trust you."

I'll stir the pot with sparkling eyes...

Then giggle loudly at your surprised sighs.

After all, life's much more fun, you'll see,

With just a dash of brat energy.