Lyrics:

Pop the champagne
And let it rain all over the world
Me and my girl
We about to do the twirl on the dance floor

Who told you to walk up to me?
With the ideas so high
That is what Ive seen in my life
About to make you more franker
Make them cry baby

Lord knows
When you were sitting in front of your mirror
I was home
You knew that you was about to get chosen
Why the hell you put that black dress on?
Thats so cold

It aint my fault
Just blame it on the dress that you bought
I blame it on the way that you walked in the club
And stole my heart

It aint my, it aint my fault
It aint my, it aint my fault

You know you re wrong baby
Why would you bring him alone?
Been sneaking
Meet me in the bathroom stall
And slalom to decide
Dont take the ball way off

Lord knows
When you were sitting in front of your mirror
I m home
You knew that you was about to get chosen
Why the hell you put that black dress on?
Thats so cold

It aint my fault
Just blame it on the dress that you bought
I blame it on the way that you walked in the club
And stole my heart

It aint my, it aint my fault
It aint my, it aint my fault
It aint my fault you know youre wrong
It aint my fault
You knew that dress was a badass
As soon as you put it on you
It aint my fault you know youre wrong
It aint my fault

If homie dont know
Hes leaving here alone
It aint my

It aint my fault
Just blame it on the dress that you bought
I blame it on the way that you walked in the club
And stole my heart

It aint my, it aint my fault
It aint my, it aint my fault