So, I was sitting here in a bar And this guy comes 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 all 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 Blame it on the girls, blame it on the boys Blame it on the girls, blame it on the boys 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 Blame it on the girls, blame it on the boys Blame it on the girls, blame it on the boys Blame it on the girls, blame it on the boys Blame it on the girls, blame it on the boys
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So, I was sitting here in a bar
And this guy comes 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 all 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
Blame it on the girls, blame it on the boys
Blame it on the girls, blame it on the boys
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
Blame it on the girls, blame it on the boys
Blame it on the girls, blame it on the boys
Blame it on the girls, blame it on the boys
Blame it on the girls, blame it on the boys
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