🎵 “Shellfish Behavior”

[Verse 1]
Ashley’s got the apron, Tori’s got the charm,
Serving crab legs, breaking hearts with her arm.
They’re dropping shrimp but never the vibe,
Got glitter on the menu, baby, we thrive.

Mixin’ margaritas with a moonstone ring,
Selenite charged, let the cash tips sing.
They’re side-eye queens in a neon haze,
Working double shifts, making chaos pay.

[Pre-Chorus]
And after work, it’s crystal time,
They’ll find a quartz that feels divine.
Got fairy wings and salt on skin,
They’re trouble with a cheeky grin.

[Chorus]
Oh—Ashley and Tori, it’s shellfish behavior,
Clams in the kitchen, but they still got flavor.
They flirt with fate and maybe the waiter,
Blessed by the moon, but they’ll see you later.

Oh—sparkle and sass, in the seafoam light,
They’re mystic girls with appetites.
If mischief’s wrong, they don’t wanna be right,
Ashley and Tori, it’s seafood night!

[Verse 2]
They talk astrology between the fries,
Mercury’s retrograde—oh what a surprise.
Sea bass gossip, shrimp tail truth,
They’ve got sea-salt hair and eternal youth.

At the gem show, spending rent on rocks,
Laughing in aisles, wearing pink Crocs.
Manifesting tips, and maybe a raise,
They’ll sage the freezer, set it ablaze.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every crystal’s a little excuse,
For chaos wrapped up in glitter and muse.
Catch them giggling past closing time,
Neptune’s babies committing mild crime.

[Chorus]
Oh—Ashley and Tori, it’s shellfish behavior,
Stealin’ oysters, chasing favor.
They bless their tips with lunar prayers,
Two sparkly witches in sea-salt air.

Oh—they’re mermaids with manager trauma,
Seafood divas, manifestin’ drama.
Giggling girls with a spell in sight,
Ashley and Tori, it’s seafood night!

[Bridge]
Crystal pendants, fryer’s glow,
Mercury high, the laughter flows.
Seafood scent and fairy light,
Two best friends just shining bright.

[Breakdown]
“Did we just sage the lobster tank?”
“…maybe.”
“Was it for energy or chaos?”
“Both.”

[Final Chorus]
Ashley and Tori, it’s shellfish behavior,
Sea-swept angels, flavor saviors.
They dance through spills, and they own the floor,
Two chaotic pearls by the oyster door.

Oh—sparkle and sass, under neon light,
They’re mystic girls with appetites.
If mischief’s wrong, they don’t wanna be right,
Ashley and Tori—it’s seafood night!