I know there's a heart in there somewhere
Behind the maggots, baby sweep it up
In the box no lacking confidence
In the big world, daddy's little soldier
You can blame it on me
You can blame it on me
Sleep in till tomorrow
And you say no one's gonna love a ball of self-hatred
But no one's gonna love a chokehold of self-love, self-love
And you've been a little above, God love you
If you're slipping a little bit farther off the deep end
Well, honey, you can blame it on me
Blame it on me
Sleep in till tomorrow
And blame it on me
Blame it on me
With the monkey on your back, come closer
Romeo is waiting
With a boombox overhead
He removed his man suit
Shakes in the garden
If you don't make it till tomorrow
And St. Peter points his finger at you
You can blame it on me
You can blame it on me
Sleep in till tomorrow
And blame it on me
Blame it on me
Daddy's little soldier
Come on, blame it on, blame it on, blame it on me
Yeah you can blame it on me
Blame it on me
With the monkey on your back, come closer
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