Don't blame the girl She won't do you wrong The veil she wears on her long dark hair, Mary would have done Don't blame the boy He won't do you wrong The fist he shakes at the giant's face, David would have done If you turn to face your fears It will

You make me want to But you make me want to You can blame it on my southern boy ways Why I'm always running away I don't know if I can ever change Yeah, you make me want to You make me want to hold you like a hammock on a summer day Tell you how I'm