Chardonnay Songtext

You’ve always been the critic’s darling
And a hit at all the fancy parties
But for me, man you don’t do nothing
I see through your charade
I hate you Chardonnay
You’re the grape that launched a thousand strippers
The soccer mom’s favorite sipper
I can’ think of anything sicker
Get the fuck out of my backstage
I hate you Chardonnay