don't blame your daughter, that's just sentimental
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and don't blame your mum for all that you've done wrong
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your daddy's not guilty you came out a little faulty
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and the factory closed so you can't hold them liable
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you come from an island, you're cutting diamonds with a rubber knife
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your autograph's worthless so don't send me letters
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and don't mail me cash 'cause your money is no good
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what's left in your mattress is holes that lack of love left
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some hair from a horse and none of it is yours, man
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you come from an island, you're cutting diamonds with a rubber knife
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and the song you sing today wasn't always in your head
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the words you try to say are the ones you should've said
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they're glistening like diamonds, go out and find them, but don't blame your daughter
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read me your tombstone, tell me you're sorry, fax me your will, you owe me something still
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blood is like water, the bath that you poured me has drained and is gone
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don't blame it on your son
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and the song you sing today wasn't always in your head
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the words you try to say are the ones you should've said
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they're glistening like diamonds, go out and find them.
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The world is full of diamonds, go out and find them, but don't blame your daughter.
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Don't Blame Your Daughter (diamonds)
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| The Cardigans |
