Sabrina Carpenter isnât afraid to speak her mind. Her Polly Pocket persona might suggest sheâs an easygoing lover, unbothered by her partnerâs screwups, but donât get comfortable. âDonât mistake my nice for naive,â she declares on âGood Graces,â a twinkly Miami bass-influenced highlight from her new album Short nâ Sweet, issuing a simple warning to potential lovers: Donât piss her off.
Behind Carpenterâs poised pop star façade, thereâs always something a little twisted waiting to sneak up on you. Think of her delivery of âmotherfuckerâ on âPlease Please Please,â sounding as tender and yearning Dolly Parton on âJoleneââand equally capable of turning the tables. On âGood Graces,â Carpenter merges sugar with spice: Sheâs as quick to daydream about raising a family as dropping your ass for the next guy in line. Thereâs dashes of Dangerous Woman-era Ariana Grande in her whispery vocal runs, and the schoolyard chant of âI wonât give a fuck about youâ recalls Erika de Casierâs work on NewJeansâ last EP. Just remember: Itâs not an empty threat.