You think I think playing golf takes all day And it's just them 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 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 out of 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 arm 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