[Verse 1] When she was eighteen, she thought weeds were wildflowers, Anything green looked good in a Mason jar. A little bit of color was all it took, She never stopped to look at what they really are. [Chorus 1] She's been picking weeds, Calling 'em roses every time. Picking weeds, Just to watch 'em waste her time. If he's got a red flag, She'll find a way to miss it. If he's got a hard luck story, She'll probably listen. Another year has gone by, She's just picking weeds. [Verse 2] He's forty-two in a tri-level house, Can't pay for his own gas. Spends all day swinging a hammer, Then comes home living off his girl's cash. [Chorus 2] She's been picking weeds, Calling 'em roses every time. Picking weeds, Just to watch 'em waste her time. If he's got a red flag, She'll find a way to miss it. If he's got a hard luck story, She'll probably listen. Lord, you'd think she'd know by now, She's just picking weeds. [Bridge] She can spot a weed from a mile away, At least that's what she'll tell her friends. Funny how the ones she says she'll never touch, Keep showing up again. [Final Chorus] She's been picking weeds, Calling 'em roses every time. Picking weeds, Just to watch 'em waste her time. If he's got a red flag, She'll find a way to miss it. If he's got a hard luck story, She'll probably listen. Lord, you'd think she'd know by now, She's just picking weeds. [Outro] Oh yeah... She swore that last one was a rose. But today... She’s still picking weeds.