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Correct Don't Blame Me Lyrics
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Correct Don't Blame Me
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You blame me for things that I do wrong, You even blame because I wrote this song And you blame me cos we often fight But that's cos you're often wrong, and I'm often right I'm Aquarius and Leo's your sign We're as volatile as petrol mixed with turpentine You blame me for being self-obsessed, And all this blaming has made me quite distressed, Now I'm afflicted by the demon booze, I've got the deep depression, slow progression, self-doubt blues So if you've just called to say you're having a bad hair day, well don't blame me. You blame me for all the things I've said You still blame me, cos' George the gerbil's dead, It's not my fault Tim the Turtle expired, The sunlamp in his cage was only just rewired, It was an act of God, a catastrophe, By the time I saved my guitars, Tim was history. Then you blame me, for things I can't control, Like jammy doughnuts, the ones without the hole Cause doughnuts do the same for me As dunking Hobnobs in a mug of Tetley's Breakfast tea, But if you called cause you, found out you just don't suit blue, don't blame me. You blame me for things that I forget Like what was the name of the Chinese restaurant down in Newmarket, where we first met, When's your birthday? What's your favourite food? This memory loss is fickle, and I'm bound to get screwed, A rendezvous here, an anniversary there I could be going senile but I just don't care Cos you blame me when I don't empathise But that's a notion that's foreign to most guys, Selective hearing is a blessed curse, It comes and goes like partial deafness and it's ten times worse So if you called to say, your stylist Jules has turned gay, don't blame me. You blame me when I'm in solution mode It's in the genes dear, men either fix things or explode They say I'm from Mars and you're from Venus, It's always inter-planetary stuff that comes between us, Men are simple souls, we're like an open door, If it's sympathy you want that's what your girlfriends are for You blame me, for my repulsive ways, Like my conviction, that briefs should last for days, And I'm not bothered if my socks don't match And I believe if something itches then you give it a scratch So if you've just called to say you're having a bad hair day, Don't blame me, don't blame me. Or if you called to say, your stylist Jules has turned gay, don't blame me.
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