Create a gritty outlaw country and 80s glam rock fusion. Think steel guitar meets hair metal power chords. Male vocals with a raspy, dramatic tone, full of swagger and sweat. The song should feel both rebellious and ridiculous—an over-the-top love anthem about braiding sweaty back hair like it’s a sacred ritual. Lyrics: Title: “Tangled Glory (Back Hair Serenade)” (Verse 1) Cranked the A/C but it still ain’t helpin’, My shirt stuck tight, my pores are yelpin’. You walked in wearin’ boots and a braided belt, Said, “Let’s tackle this rug that your spine done dealt.” (Pre-Chorus) You cracked your knuckles with a rebel grin, Said, “This ain’t gross, it’s where love begins.” With a bandana and a spritz of spray, You made a masterpiece outta DNA. (Chorus) Braidin’ my back hair, baby, wild and proud, In the heat of the day, we drew a crowd. Leather fringe flyin’ while you tug that mane, Like a rodeo rocker in a hairspray flame. Yeah it’s sweaty, it’s wrong, it’s a follicle chart— Of tangled glory on my hairy heart. (Verse 2) You said, “Most folks wax it, but I see fate,” As you sectioned off curls near my lower eighth. Each twist a ballad, each tie a vow, With a riff so loud it could melt a cow. (Spoken) “This ain’t hygiene, darlin’... this is heritage.” (Bridge) Ohhh, baby, braid me ‘til I cry, Like a lone wolf howlin’ at a perm in the sky. I’m your tangled beast, your sweaty prize— With braided pride between my shoulder blades and thighs. (Chorus) Braidin’ my back hair, yeah you raised the bar, Like a steel-horse stylist with a gut-string guitar. You turned shame into glam, turned fuzz into fame, Now my spine’s on fire with a three-plait flame. We’re dirty, divine, and a little off-chart— Braided back hair, outlaw heart. (Outro) So braid me, baby… in the glow of the neon barn. ‘Cause love ain’t clean… but it sure is charm.