Blame it on my youth. If I cried a little bit When first I learned the truth, Don't blame it on my heart, If I expected love when first we kissed, If only for you I did exist, I believed in everything, Like a child of three, You meant more than anything,

I know it's true Blame it on my misplaced heart But what's the use I been losing time And it's a precious thing I don't watch my back much lately It's funny how I see, everything Twisted and turning in the breeze You made your mind up

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore It's your turn, to take a seat