DON'T BLAME ME, BLAME THE CÎROC [Intro] [silky Rhodes, funky bass, crisp R&B drums] Yeah... Ooh... (ooh, yeah) Baby... I ain't saying it was my fault... But... Don't blame me... Blame the Cîroc... [Verse 1] One little drink turned into two, Now I'm saying things I probably shouldn't say to you. You got that smile, I got that nerve, Cîroc got me acting like I got nothing to lose. I was trying to keep my distance, Then you came a little closer. Now I'm talking way too much, And my judgment's getting lower. [Ad-libs] Yeah... (my bad) Ooh... (don't blame me) Girl... (you know how it goes) [Pre-Chorus] I know tomorrow I'm gonna hear about tonight, But right now everything just feels so right. So before you start putting all this on me... Baby, let the bottle take the blame. [Chorus] [big layered R&B vocals] Don't blame me... (don't blame me) Blame the Cîroc... (blame the Cîroc) I was cool until that bottle hit the rocks. Don't blame me... (ooh, yeah) Blame the Cîroc... Had me saying things that I forgot. Now I'm calling you at 2 AM, Telling you how I really feel again. Don't blame me... Blame the Cîroc... Yeah, blame the Cîroc. [Verse 2] Now the music low, lights down low, You keep looking at me like you already know. I say I'm leaving, then I pour another round, Funny how that Cîroc keeps keeping me around. Got me feeling way too honest, Got me acting way too bold. You can blame it on the liquor, But maybe my heart already knows. [Ad-libs] Ooh... (it ain't me) Yeah... (it's the bottle) One more... (one more) Uh... [Pre-Chorus] I know tomorrow I'm gonna hear about tonight, But right now everything just feels so right. So before you start putting all this on me... Baby, let the bottle take the blame. [Chorus] Don't blame me... (don't blame me) Blame the Cîroc... (blame the Cîroc) I was cool until that bottle hit the rocks. Don't blame me... (ooh, yeah) Blame the Cîroc... Had me saying things that I forgot. Now I'm calling you at 2 AM, Telling you how I really feel again. Don't blame me... Blame the Cîroc... Yeah, blame the Cîroc. [Bridge] [beat drops, Rhodes and falsetto] Maybe it ain't the liquor... (maybe not) Maybe it's the truth... (truth) Maybe every little thing I said Was what I really feel for you. But tonight... I'm sticking to my story... [Falsetto] It wasn't me... It was the Cîroc... [Final Chorus] Don't blame me... (don't blame me) Blame the Cîroc... (blame the Cîroc) I was innocent before that bottle got popped. Don't blame me... (ooh, baby) Blame the Cîroc... Now I'm way too deep and I can't stop. If I said I want you, Maybe I meant it all along. Don't blame me... Blame the Cîroc... [Outro] [Rhodes, bass, guitar and ad-libs fade] Yeah... My bad... (my bad) But I'm blaming the bottle... Don't blame me... Blame the Cîroc... Ooh... Blame the Cîroc...
