It wasn't her fault She made sugar taste like salt Cause she was so sweet Now you're shuffling your feet With your hands in your pockets It wasn't her fault She made sugar taste like salt And when she walked in the room You could hear your eyes rolling round in their sockets
She doesn't know if it's a blessing or a curse Money in her hand but never any in her purse Looking at the crowd thinking 'who's it gonna be? Who's the lucky boy that's gonna quench my thirst?' It wasn't her fault no she didn't have a say Spending every second wishing they would go away Tying up her shoes is becoming a problem But that's the way it is and that's the way it's gonna stay
You can point the finger but she's not the one to blame For chemical reactions that are starting in your brain Looking at the crowd thinking 'who's it gonna be? Who's the lucky boy thats gonna ease my pain?' It wasn't her fault no she didn't have a say Spending every second wishing they would go away Tying up her shoes is becoming a problem But that's the way it is and that's the way its gonna stay