| I don’t care, I don’t care, about your boyfriend, babe
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| I don’t warn you about how he grabs your wrist too tight
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| But, jeez, Louise, if he’s doing you wrong
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| You’ll have some explaining to do
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| I don’t care, I don’t care, about your boyfriend, babe
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| And I don’t want to know how he tucks your hair behind your hair
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| But, jeez, Louise, if you’re leading me on
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| You’ll have some explaining to do
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| He ain’t going to find us
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| He ain’t going to find us we’ll escape
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| Up to the moon — fly away
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| Up to the moon — oh, my Lord
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| I don’t care, I don’t care, about your boyfriend, babe
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| I don’t need to know where you lay your head last night
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| But, sweet Louise, leave the gaslight on
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| We’ve got something wicked to do |