Needed a pizza place.
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Katie Gill: It’s truly amazing how this song can start with the obnoxious overdone masculine tropes of country music and then flawlessly morph into generic romantic country music about a girl who’s…beautiful? Beautiful and out of Shelton’s league. That’s about it. Since he doesn’t even give us the customary country “she’s wearing jean shorts and she’s blonde as hell,” we learn practically nothing about this girl that Shelton’s mooning over. She’s got heartbreak eyes and she’s pretty. That’s it. And that’s annoying. You could swap out this girl for a Ferrari in the song and you’d barely have to change anything in the lyrics. It’s hard to believe Shelton’s so in love with this girl when he doesn’t tell us about any of her characteristics besides her appearance. At least throw in a line about how she laughs at your jokes or she’s singing along with Conway Twitty, like goddamn Blake! This is just sad!
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Alfred Soto: This sad palooka travels in the kinds of circles where being a woman’s +1 makes one the object of conversation — the hell? Was Miranda Lambert the first woman he ever kissed? And of course she’d sing this novelty with wit. However, he handles the tricky changes in the verses like a pro.
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Crystal Leww: The best thing I can say about “A Guy With a Girl” is that it does not sound like a Blake Shelton track.
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Anthony Easton: Ugly and dull, Blake usually sticks more than this, or at least knows how to play charisma games. I’m disappointed.
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Thomas Inskeep: This is cute, upbeat, and empty calories: a Hostess cupcake of a hit single, then. Good singing from Shelton, and production that does its job (primed for saturation airplay) and nothing more.
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Megan Harrington: In a genre defined by sharp storytelling and a penchant for the real and the lived, Blake Shelton always manages to stand out by rejecting everything meaningful. I can’t make a single word of “A Guy With A Girl” stick in my head but the song’s not uncatchy. It’s alchemically better than its ingredients — Shelton’s aging charisma, a guitar lick, and a hummable melody — even as it’s probably a mostly uncharitable bit of false modesty.
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