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Blame It On The Girls

 

Blame It On The Girls

(альбом: The Boy Who Knew Too Much - 2009)


So, I was sitting there in the bar, and this guy came up to me, and he said, "My life stinks," and I saw his gold credit card, and I saw the way that he was looking at people across the room, and I looked at his face, and—you know, quite a good-looking face—and I just said, "Dude, your perspective on life sucks."

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

[2x]
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

[2x]
Blame it on the girls
Blame it on the boys
Blame it on the girls
Blame it on the boys

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