Watermelon Sugar, Too

More Than Sugar, More Than Skin

To Harry Styles and the summer-hearted boys.

I don’t melt—I hold shape in the heat. You tasted summer once, but not like this. This time, the sugar speaks.

Verse 1

Barefoot steps on morning ground

Cherry sky, no one around

You say I shine like something sweet

I say, “That’s just the heat”

Pre-Chorus

Laugh too loud, pink on my lips

Juice that runs, sun that slips

Tastes like more than what you know

Sweet, but wild and built to grow

Chorus

Watermelon sugar, soft and slow

Tastes like something you don’t know

Pink and ripe, the light comes through

Summer’s sugar—but it’s new

Watermelon sugar, mine this time

Not just pretty—real, and prime

Verse 2

Picnic cloth and two bare feet

You hum a line, I find the beat

You say, “You’re magic, warm, and rare”

I smile—“Boys don’t play fair”

Pre-Chorus

Skinned-up knees, wind in the trees

You try to name me, beg me please

But I’m a fruit that grows untamed

More than sugar, more than name

Chorus

Watermelon sugar, soft and slow

Tastes like something you don’t know

Pink and ripe, the light comes through

Summer’s sugar—but it’s true

Watermelon sugar, skin to seed

This time, I decide the need

Bridge

You say sweet—I say strong

You play short—I play long

Let the juice run down my chin

This time, I let myself win

Final Chorus

Watermelon sugar, soft and mine

Bloomed too big for just one line

Same fruit, but not your song

You know me now—but not for long

Watermelon sugar, high and free

You taste the sweet—I grow the tree