Blame It On My Youth
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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You were my adored one,
Then you became the bored one,
And I was like a toy that brought you joy one day,
A broken toy that you preferred to throw away.
If I expected love when first we kissed,
Blame it on my youth.
If only just for you I did exist,
Blame it on my youth.
I believed in everything,
Like a child of three.
You meant more than anything,
All the world to me.
If you were on my mind both night and day,
Blame it on my youth.
If I forgot to eat and sleep and pray,
Blame it on my youth.
And if I cried a little bit when first I learned the truth,




Don't blame it on my heart,
Blame it on my youth.

Overall Meaning

In Frank Sinatra's song "Blame It On My Youth," the lyrics are a nostalgic reflection of a shattered love affair. The song opens with the tribute-like expression of the singer’s romantic ideals for his partner. He describes feeling adored by the object of his affections, but suddenly shifts to expressing his heartbreak as he realizes that he is no longer the center of his partner's attention. The once cherished toy that brought joy, is now a broken plaything, unwanted and discarded. The singer introduces the underlying theme of youthful naiveté by suggesting that his overzealous pursuit of love is the result of inexperience.


The chorus, "If you were on my mind both night and day, blame it on my youth. If only just for you, I did exist, blame it on my youth" captures the essence of the song’s message - that the singer’s youthful delusions of everlasting love have caused him untold pain. He believed in everything like a child of three, and the one he loved was his world. The lyrics suggest that the singer placed too much importance on his romantic love and became oblivious to everything else, including his own physical and emotional wellbeing. He forgot to eat, sleep, and pray, suggesting that he was consumed by his intense passion.


Line by Line Meaning

You were my adored one,
You were the one that I loved and cherished above all others,


Then you became the bored one,
Then you lost interest and became disengaged,


And I was like a toy that brought you joy one day,
And I was like a plaything that brought you happiness for a brief period,


A broken toy that you preferred to throw away.
A broken plaything that you chose to discard.


If I expected love when first we kissed,
If I longed for affection when we first shared a kiss,


Blame it on my youth.
Blame it on my inexperience and naivete.


If only just for you I did exist,
If my existence was solely for the purpose of pleasing you,


Blame it on my youth.
Blame it on my lack of self-awareness and self-worth.


I believed in everything,
I had faith in all things,


Like a child of three.
Like a very young and impressionable child.


You meant more than anything,
You were more important to me than anything else in the world,


All the world to me.
You were my entire world.


If you were on my mind both night and day,
If thoughts of you consumed me both day and night,


Blame it on my youth.
Blame it on my lack of life experience and emotional maturity.


If I forgot to eat and sleep and pray,
If I neglected my basic needs because I was consumed by thoughts of you,


Blame it on my youth.
Blame it on my immaturity and lack of balance in my life.


And if I cried a little bit when first I learned the truth,
And if tears fell when I first learned the painful truth,


Don't blame it on my heart,
Don't blame it on my feelings and emotions.


Blame it on my youth.
Blame it on my lack of experience and wisdom in dealing with heartbreak.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: EDWARD HEYMAN, OSCAR LEVANT

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Mike


on The Lady Is A Champ

eight

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She can't eat late and stay up all night, because unlike society types, she has to get up in the morning.

She likes the theatre and never comes late
She cares more about seeing the play than being seen making an entrance.

She never bothers with people she'd hate
Her friends are friends, not social trophies.

Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls
While barrns and earls probably don't play craps, she associates with friends, not people to be seen with.

Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
She doesn't "slum", the practice of the rich in the 30's, when the song was written, of touring poor neighborhoods dressed in rich clothes to "tut, tut" about the deplorable conditions, and congratulate each other for "caring about the poor"

Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
Doesn't trade gossip for acceptance among an in-crowd


She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
She cares more about how her hair feels than conforming with current hair fashions

Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
Since most of California is noticeably warmer and / or drier than New York, where the play the song was written for is set, this is probably a facetious excuse to like what she likes.


And she won't go to Harlem in Lincoln's or Ford's
Another reference to slumming, but facetious, since Lincolns and Fords were middle-class, not luxury brands when the lyric was written

Anonymous


on Try a Little Tenderness

Here are the correct lyrics

Try A Little Tenderness - Frank Sinatra - Lyrics

Oh she may be weary
Women do get wearied
Wearing that same old shabby dress
And when she’s weary
You try a little tenderness

You know she’s waiting
Just anticipating things she’ll may never possess
While she is without them
Try just a little bit of tenderness

It’s not just sentimental
She has her grieve and her care
And the words that soft and gentle
Makes it easier to bear
You wont regret it
Women don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness
And it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Musical Interlude

And, it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Daniel


on The Way You Look Tonight

I met Frank Jr. in Las Vegas, a real gentleman. RIP you both.

Giorgi Khutashvili


on Theme from New York, New York

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