I blame my father, For carrying me in my arms, telling me how to walk And showing me how to love; It is scary how my set of men Terrifies me when I talk; Love is a false situation.
I blame my sister For playing with me in Indian Afternoons, Riding carousel Showing me how not to be Epicurean, All I found in my friendly mud Was I; And none else
I blame my mother For teaching me ways How to sing Do Rae MI, How to do good Tell me it's a lie, I am but a Villain for Daffodils.