Blame It on the Girls

He's got looks that be books ple,

take you (Eb)pages to tell;

he's got a (Bb)face to make you fall on your knees.

He's got have (Cm7)money in the bank to thank,

and I tle guess you could think it he's a living at ease.

Like a (Cm7)lovers on the (Bb)open shore,

what's the matter when you're (Cm7)sitting there with (Bb)so much more?

What's the matter while you're (Cm7)wond'ring what the (Bb)hell to be?

Are you wishing you were (Bb)ugly like me?

Blame it on the (Cm7)girls who know what to do.

Blame it on the (D7)boys who keep hitting on you.

(Gm)Blame it on your (Cm7)mother for the things she said.

Blame it on your (D7)father, but you know he's dead.

(Gm)Blame it on the (Cm11)girls;

(F7)blame it on the (D7)boys.

Blame it on the (Cm11)girls;

(F7)blame it on the (D7)boys.

And life could be sim ple,

but you (Eb)never to fail to (Bb)complicate it ev'ry single your time.

You could have (Cm7)children and a wife,

a perfect little life, but you blow it on a bottle of wine.

Like a (Cm7)baby, you're a (Bb)stubborn child;

what's the matter?

Always (Cm7)looking for an (Bb)ax to grind,

what's the matter, while you're (Cm7)wond'ring what the (Bb)hell to do,

we are wishing we were (Bb)lucky like you.

Blame it on the (Cm7)girls who know what to do.

Blame it on the (D7)boys who keep hitting on you.

(Gm)Blame it on your (Cm7)mother for the things she said.

Blame it on your (D7)father, but you know he's dead.

(Gm)Blame it on the (Cm11)girls;

(F7)blame it on the (D7)boys.

Blame it on the (Cm11)girls;

(F7)blame it on the (D7)boys.

And boys.

Blame it on the boys.

(Gm)He's got (Eb)looks that books take (F)pages to tell;

he's got a (Bb)face to make you fall on your knees.

He's got (Cm7)money in the bank to thank,

and I guess you could (Bb)think he's living at ease.