Blame It On the Soft Spot - Sailor

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

When you’re looking the guys in the eyes

With a wink and a wiggle of your hips

They all go «Wow!

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

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