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She grabs food off the aisle because she ain't got no cash See her daddy threw her out after she stood up for her self So the store clerk, tell the coppers and the coppers tell her dad So she's gonna catch some hell But it's not her fault Sitting on the bench she sees her dad talk to the law Then comes a beat up kid thrown up against teh wall They toss him dowm beside her and they tell him not to talk He says "What the hell did you do?" She saud "It's not my fault" Desperate shoplifting Is not her fault Oi The girl takes a liking to the boy right away She cleans a bit of blood off him whit her black hanckichief She asks him what had happened; who the hell had scraped him up? It was eight kids at a party But it's not my fault He goes... Already got a chip on my shoulder tonight Ready for a bad time on saturday night Whe the Ivy Leaguers saw him in the party whoa no Letras de cancionesThey surrounded me with fists But it's not his fault Just, just being It's not his fault Take a look Open your eyes Yah, everybody's not the same See some of us gotta do tjhings right That to some just might seem insane Oh.. they both take a liking Necking in a station Skippe dout without telling Yah you gotta love them Oh yeah it's not our fault (Thanks to Dumpweed14 for these lyrics) From Letras Mania