[Verse 1]
I ain’t the type to throw another woman shade,
We’ve all survived some poor decisions that we made.
If she’s happy now, then Lord, I wish her well,
But your taste took a nosedive… and that’s a story I can tell.
[Pre-Chorus]
This ain’t a beauty contest, don’t get me wrong,
I’m just wondering where your good sense up and gone.
[Chorus]
I don’t bash women, that just ain’t my style,
We’re all somebody’s daughter, we’re all worth a smile.
But after me, Lord, your standards hit the floor,
Like your eyesight packed a bag and walked right out the door.
Maybe it wasn’t them, maybe that’s the twist,
Maybe good judgment was the thing you always missed.
No shade to those girls, they deserve better too…
I’m not laughing at them, I’m laughing at you.
[Verse 2]
I’m sure they’re sweet, and I hope they’re doing fine,
Everybody’s been somebody’s “wrong place, wrong time.”
But every “upgrade” you were showing off with pride,
Had the whole town whispering, “Bless his heart,” outside.
[Bridge]
Maybe love is blind, maybe beer goggles stay,
Maybe every red flag looked white that day.
I ain’t throwing stones, I’m just stating facts,
Boy, your picker needs a refund and a factory reset.
[Final Chorus]
I don’t knock women, I refuse to play that game,
Dragging other girls is a crying kind of shame.
But your track record oughta come with a warning sign,
“Objects in his dating life decline over time.”
Here’s to every woman that escaped your rodeo,
Hope they all find somebody who helps ‘em shine and grow.
It ain’t about their faces, that was never the view…
The funniest thing about your choices…
Is they all settled for you.
