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