Blonde

You think I think playing golf takes all day

And it's just the boys on the boat at the lake

Privacy screens are for strangers on planes

Not for you hiding some girl named Grace

I swear I've never noticed

Every time you bring me roses

There's her perfume all over you

I'm just a blonde

I don't know a thing

I got my head in the clouds

I'm too pretty to think for myself

But, boy, you can't tell

That I'm just playing along

Like I'm just a blonde

Mmm

You talk like you got a big Harvard degree

But you look so stupid talking down to me

'Cause one plus one is two, you see

And add another one is three

And three strikes, I'm outta your league

I'm just a blonde

I don't know a thing

I got my head in the clouds

I'm too pretty to think for myself

But, boy, you can't tell

That I'm just playing along

Like I'm just a blonde

I'm just a blonde

Treat me like I'm candy

Well, that's fine and dandy

But, darling, you're missing one thing

I'm not just a blonde

This is just bleach

I get it done just about every three or four weeks

But I'll let you think

I'm just a blonde

I don't know a thing (I don't know a thing)

I got my head in the clouds

I'm too pretty to think for myself (I'm too pretty to think)

But, boy, you can't tell

That I'm just playing along

Like I'm just a blonde

Oh, I'm just a blonde