Intro: F  G  C Em Am



          F                    G

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 good book show -- what's the matter

         F                    G

He's certain there is so much more -- what's the matter

         F                    G

While you're wondering what the hell to do

     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/hating 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