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