He must’ve been my favourite ‘Cause he scared my heart and bones Didn’t know that I’d be homeless After building you a home I was staring at the ceiling And waiting for my trial I guess I never realised The shade of black in white So, I bet he told you I was crazy I’m only fun when drunk But when he’s living in the dream I was the saddest girl with a martini And did he say I’m needy And all so controlling But I was not the one Who was acting like a baby Here’s to his future wife From the ex-almost Is he kind? Did he change? Or learn from his mistakes? I do hope he’s better Like the man he thinks he is Instead of being a narcissist And throwing hearts away Like the man he thinks he is Like the man you think he is He wanted an album Even if it’s full of heart-breaks He thought that he’s in fashion But his values are out of date I was dying by my bedpost With a mind filled with anger ‘Cause he killed a kid with ego And didn’t mind the curse So, I bet that he told you I made it up Like some kind of cheap joke But as a woman, I know better than that And have you ever wondered How you landed so lucky If you got that everything Then honey, it’s because of me Here’s to his future wife From the ex-almost Is he kind? Did he change? Or learn from his mistakes? I do hope he’s better Like the man he thinks he is Instead of being a narcissist And throwing hearts away Like the man he thinks he is Like the man you think he is Like the man he thinks he is Like the man you think he is