What A Shame
Leyla Blue Lyrics

I don't understand how you got your hands All up on that new mistake
The singer is confused as to how the subject is dating his new partner.

Wait, which one was she again? Could be dating all her friends You know that they all look the same
The singer questions which of the subject's partners he is currently with, as they all appear identical to her.

And talk like, "Take my picture, wait redo" "Might delete it, I felt kinda cute"
The singer mocks the subject's partners for their habit of taking pictures, feeling insecure about them, and then deleting them.

Guess I'll never understand the thinking of a man The only thing that's left to say
The artist is frustrated with the subject's tendency to choose uninteresting partners and concludes that she will never comprehend the male thought process.

What a shame, baby, what a shame Coulda been with me instead of what's-her-fucking-name? What a shame, baby, what a shame Had a winning hand but you threw away the game Gave you a million chances, don't get no more Can't wait forever, I'm getting bored What a shame, baby, what a shame What a shame
The artist laments the subject's poor choices in partners, and expresses regret over not being chosen instead. She has given him plenty of chances to change, but he failed to do so.

You pay for all her fun, T-Pain on your tongue But I can buy my own damn drink Don't need smoke inside my lungs or liquor in my blood To tell you what the fuck I think
The singer contrasts herself with the subject's partners, saying that she doesn't need him to pay for her or intoxicate herself to be honest with him.

Guy's like, "What's your problem? What? Why you mad?" "You should smile, you look better like that"
The singer criticizes the subject's tendency to dismiss her feelings of frustration and invalidating her emotions by telling her to smile.

Guess I'll never understand why guys want something bland Over someone who's got everything
The artist is perplexed by the subject's attraction to boring partners instead of someone like her, who she believes has many desirable qualities.

Now it's four in the morning What am I doing here? I need to fucking leave I could say more but The only thing that's left to say
The artist is fed up with the situation and is ready to leave. She concludes that there isn't anything else to say about it.