Blame It on the Girls
'So I was sitting there in the bank and this guy came up to me and said, "My life stinks", and I saw his gold credit card and I saw the way he was looking at people across the room and I looked at his face and I just said, "Dude, your perspective on life sucks."'
He's got looks that books take pages to tellHe's got a face to make you fall on your kneesHe's got money in the bank to thank and I guessYou could think he's livin' 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 beAre you wishing you were ugly like me?
Blame it on the girls who know what to doBlame it on the boys who keep hitting on youBlame it on your mother for the things she saidBlame it on your father but you know he's dead
Blame it on the girlsBlame it on the boys
Life could be simple but you never failTo complicate it every single timeYou could have children and a wife, a perfect little lifeBut 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 doWe were wishing we were lucky like you
Blame it on the girls who know what to doBlame it on the boys who keep hitting on youBlame it on your mother for the things she saidBlame it on your father but you know he's dead
Blame it on the girlsBlame it on the boys
He's got looks that books take pages to tellHe's got a face to make you fall on your kneesHe's got money in the bank to thank and I guessYou could think he's livin' at ease