Blame - The Weeks

Don’t do too much, baby that’s expensive

He talks real fast, keeps peeking out windows

He was weak and he could blame it on me

Blame it on me

She was weak and she could blame it on me

Blame it on me

Blame me, blame your lover, blame anyone you want

Blame your family, I’ve got your number

You like to hear yourself talk

The city streets, they’re busy and breathing

The highways and ocean, it’s churning and heaving

Go tell your father, bring pen and paper

To sing or write down

Don’t know what’s safer

Blame me, blame your lover, blame anyone you want

Blame your family, I’ve got your number

You like to hear yourself talk

The city calls, can’t hear what it’s saying

We just might go out, same way we came in