C#m7 F#7 B He's got looks that books take pages to tell he's got a face to make you G#m7 fall on your knees C#m7 F#7 B He's got money in the bank to thank and I guess you could think he's livin' G#m7 at ease C#m7 G#m7 Like lovers of the open shore. What's the matter? C#m7 G#m7 When you're sitting there with so much more. What's the matter? C#m7 G#m7 C#m7 F#7 When you're wondering what the hell to be are you wishing you were ugly like B me? Chorus: C#m7 F#7 D#7 Blame it on the girls who know what to do blame it on the boys who keep G#m7 hitting on you C#m7 F#7 D#7 Blame it on your mother for the things she said blame it on your father but G#m7 you know he's dead C#m7 F#7 D#7 G#m7 C#m7 F#7 Blame it on the girls Blame it on the boys Blame it on the girls Blame it on D#7 G#m7 the boys Life could be simple but you never fail To complicate it every single time You could have children and a wife, the perfect little life But you blow it on a bottle of wine Like a baby you're a stubborn child -- what's the matter? Always looking for an axe to grind -- what's the matter? While you're wondering what the hell to do Were you wishing we were lucky like you? Chorus Blame it on the girls Blame it on the boys Blame it on the girls Blame it on the boys Blame it on the girls Blame it on the boys Blame it on the girls Blame it on the boys 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 living at ease Chorus Blame it on the girls Blame it on the boys Blame it on the girls Blame it on the boys Blame it on the girls Blame it on the boys Blame it on the girls Blame it on the boys | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC#m C#m7 D#7 F#7 G#m G#m7 B |