Blame it on the way God made me
Here to say that it’s the way it has to be
Long ago, a demon took my headache
Dug a hole and placed it in my heartache
Please take it out of me
What would you know (x3)
About it anyway?
She holds her breath and calculates the intake
Binds it there and leaves it for a keepsake
Bring a cup and she will share it
He’ll boast his badge and pin it to his waistcoat
Homeward bound, he’ll trade it for a banknote
Try, try to intellectualize that
What would you know (x3)
About it anyway?
Cartesian plane, now pick a place to conquer
Mark the space with oil and with water
Is that all you have to show for it?
What would you know (x3)
About it anyway?
Blame it on the way God made me
Here to say it’s the way it has to be
You are all that I am after
What would you know (x3)
About it anyway?