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Met her down at the county fair,

Boots on, red dust in her hair,

She said she liked her men like she liked her steak,

Well done, with a little heartbreak.

I thought she was prime, thought she was rare,

Turns out she’s just medium, didn’t care.

She left me hungry, left me chewed through,

Now I know the truth, yeah, buddy, it’s true—

She ain’t no Wagyu, she’s just round steak tough,

Pretty on the plate, but the taste ain’t enough.

She might sizzle when she’s hittin’ the pan,

But she don’t melt in the heart of a man.

Guess I was fooled by that barbecue hue,

But now I know, son —

She ain’t no Wagyu.

She had them high-end dreams and them lowdown ways,

A champagne smile, but a beer-case gaze.

Said she loved horses, but she meant horsepower,

Burned through my wallet in less than an hour.

Took her to Nashville, she took my truck,

Left me a note sayin’ “thanks for the luck.”

Now I’m sittin’ here with a ribeye view,

Drinkin’ to the fact that I finally knew—

She ain’t no Wagyu, she’s just round steak tough,

Pretty on the plate, but the taste ain’t enough.

She might sizzle when she’s hittin’ the pan,

But she don’t melt in the heart of a man.

Guess I was fooled by that barbecue hue,

But now I know, son —

She ain’t no Wagyu.

Now my next girl’s from Texas, sweet and true,

Don’t need no label, just loves me for who—

I am when the grill’s still smokin’ slow,

That’s the kinda rare love I wanna know.

‘Cause she ain’t no Wagyu, but she’s tender inside,

Ain’t fancy, but she’s worth the ride.

She don’t need polish, don’t need flame,

Just a good ol’ boy and my last name.

Yeah, the first one burned, but the second’s new,

Now I thank God—

She ain’t no Wagyu.