mika'nın bu eşsiz eserini sözlüğe ekleyen nacizane yaratık olmaktan dolayı edindiğim hissiyatı kelimelerle tarif edebilecek durumda değilim şu an. alkış.
çok eğlenceli bir mika şarkısı. nakaratını seslendiren kişiyi yakınlardaki insanlara sevimli bir deli danaymışçasına koşarak çarpabilecek kadar lise yılları neşesine bulayacak derecede eğlenceli bir şarkı ya da abarttım ve itiraf edelim çok güzel oldu.
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 on the open shore -- what's the matter
When you're sitting there with so much more -- what's the matter
While you're wondering what the hell to be
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 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
Life could be simple but you never fail
To complicate it every single time
You could have children and a wife, a 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
We were wishing we were lucky like you
Blame it on the girls who know what to do
Blame it on the boys who keep hitting 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
Life could be simple but you never fail
To complicate it every single time
You could have children and a wife, a perfect little life
But you blow it on a bottle of wine
Blame it on the girls
Blame it on the boys
Blame it on the girls
Blame it on the boys *
