The Blonde's to Blame(Pat Robinson) |
Every night the same ole thing Dealing with this lover's sting Say at home and lick my wounds Keep away from crescent moons No good for you … no good for you CHORUS
The blonde's to blame
The blonde's to blame and it's drivin' me crazy The blonde's to blame Baby it ain't you
When I close my eyes … I don't see your face
A strong weakness takes your place When you fall too hard but they don't fall for you It's a spider web, what can you do What can you do |