You call me trouble with a candlelight smile,
I laugh, sip slow, and stay awhile.
You say I’m fire — but you lit the flame,
Now we both melt... and call it a game.

You bring the heat, I bring the tease,
We mix our moods like summer breeze.
You raise your brow, I drop my gaze,
We speak in jazz — and sweet malaise.

Oh, cariño... who’s keeping score?
We fight, then flirt, then dance some more.
You lean in close — I pull away,
Then catch your hand like it’s foreplay.

🎵 Blame me softly, blame me slow,
Whisper my name like you don’t know.
One step back, two steps near —
We don’t fix love, we disappear.
Blame me gently, play your part,
We kiss with rhythm, break with art.
Sip the night like sweet champagne —
And love me deep in the blame game. 🎵

You miss your flight, I miss your touch,
Yet somehow... it’s never too much.
You bring the chaos, I bring the cream,
And somehow we’re still one dream.

Your voice is jazz, your hands confess,
I answer back in satin mess.
We speak in moves, not in replies,
And write our truths in moonlit lies.

When the music fades... you stay close.
No right, no wrong — just overdosed.
We dance in dusk, we blur, we bend,
And maybe love... is not to mend.

🎵 Blame me softly, don’t explain,
Let’s trace the night, not dodge the rain.
Touch like jazz, no need to tame,
Just lose yourself in the blame game.
Blame me slowly, kiss like sin,
We never lose — we just begin.
Turn down the lights, forget the name —
And call it love in the blame game. 🎵

“Mmm... we argue just to stay close.”
“…and baby, I like your version better.”

Blame Game (Latin Jazz Version)

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Blame Game (Latin Jazz Version)

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