1Blame it on that clean, neat look,
Blame it on that boy-next-door appeal,
It's your fault I'm chained to thoughts of you.
Blame it on those strong arms that in dreams,
I feel so gently wrapping around me,
Blame it on that comforting shoulder so inviting,
Blame it on that perfect build you so keep faithfully,
It's all those things and more that bind me to you.
Blame it on you and what I see in you,
Blame it on you and how blind you have made me,
Blame it on you and how hautingly you came to me,
It's all you and you that kept me in this world of fantasy,
false bliss.