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?

When 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
You'd 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 litlle life
But you blow it on a bottle of wine

Like a baby
Or a stubborn child

What's the matter
Always looking
For an axe to grind
What's the matter

While your wondering
What the hell to do
We are 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
You'd 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