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

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

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