Текст Sailor – Blame It On The Soft Spot

When you go down to meet the boys at the docks
With a smile on your face, feeling friendly
When you’ve been dancing on the top of the table
With a bottle of wine in your hand

Hey girl, blame it on the soft spot
Hey girl, blame it on the wine
Never mind what your mother says a good girl never should allow
For hey girl, your mama’s far away now

Then you wake up with your head in a mess
With a frown on your face, feeling guilty
Hiding your legs in a pair of old jeans
With a turtleneck up to your ears
But as soon as you’re out in the street
Where the boys look you up and look you down
You hear that «Wheet-whew! What a dame!»
And then you’re off again

Hey girl, blame it on the soft spot
Hey girl, blame it on the wine
Never mind what your mother says a good girl never should allow
For hey girl, your mama’s far away now

Don’t get lonely, no matter what you do
For life is full of old maids, girl
From Rio to Timbuktu
So let go, don’t feel ashamed
Let your worries go far, far away
For you know that you’ll be with the boys today

Hey girl, blame it on the soft spot
Hey girl, blame it on the wine
Never mind what your mother says a good girl never should allow
For hey girl, your mama’s far away now

Hey girl, blame it on the soft spot
Hey girl, blame it on the wine
Never mind what your mother says a good girl never should allow
For hey girl, your mama’s far away now
Hey girl, your mama’s far away now
Hey girl, your mama’s far away now