Blame It On The Girls

He's got looks that books take pages to tell He's got a face to make you fall on your knees He's got money in the bank to thank and I guess You could think he's living at ease Like lovers on the open shore what's the matter When you're sitting there with so much more what's the matter While you're wondering what the hell to be Are you wishing you were ugly like me Blame it on the girls who know what to do Blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you Blame it on your mother for the things she said Blame it on your father but you know he's dead Blame it on the girls Blame it on the boys Blame it on the girls Blame it on the boys Life could be simple but you never fail To complicate it every single time You could have children and a wife a perfect little life But you blow it on a bottle of wine Like a baby you're a stubborn child what's the matter Always looking for an axe to grind what's the matter While you're wondering what the hell to do We were wishing we were lucky like you Blame it on the girls who know what to do Blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you Blame it on your mother for the things she said Blame it on your father but you know he's dead Blame it on the girls Blame it on the boys Blame it on the girls Blame it on the boys Blame it on the girls Blame it on the boys Blame it on the girls Blame it on the boys He's got looks that books take pages to tell He's got a face to make you fall on your knees He's got money in the bank to thank and I guess You could think he's living at ease Blame it on the girls who know what to do Blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you Blame it on your mother for the things she said Blame it on your father but you know he's dead Blame it on the girls Blame it on the boys Blame it on the girls Blame it on the boys Blame it on the girls Blame it on the boys Blame it on the girls Blame it on the boys