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
Like lovers of the good book show -- what's the matter
He's certain there is so much more -- what's the matter
While you're wondering what the hell to do
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/hating? 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
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
Like lovers of the good book show -- what's the matter
He's certain there is so much more -- what's the matter
While you're wondering what the hell to do
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/hating? 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
