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 livin' at ease

Like lovers of 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 do
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/hating? 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 the girls - Mika)