Mika — Blame It On The Girls | караоке с текстом песни

I was sitting there in the bar, and this guy came up to me, and he said, "My life stinks." And I saw his gold credit card, and I saw the way that he was lookin' at people across the room. And I looked at his face, and, you know, quite a good-looking face, and I just said, "Dude, your perspective on life sucks." He's got a 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 sittin' there with so much more. What's the matter? While you're wondering what the hell to be. Are you wishing you were lucky 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. And 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 or a stubborn child. What's the matter? Always looking for an ax 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. Ha. 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. Blame it on the girls. Blame it on the boys. Blame it on the girls. Blame it on the boys. He's got a 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. 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. Blame it on the girls. Blame it on the boys. Blame it on the girls. Blame it on the boys.