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