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