I don't care 'bout your boyfriend, he don't like me anyway
And if you long for me lover, I'll be waitin' in the hay
Cause I don't care about your man
We go walking Sunday, playing doctor in the reeds
Your man calls while I'm laughing, you tell him it's just a breeze
Cause I don't care about your man
Oh yeah: fuck him.
He left you in a glass of cheap, warm gin
I don't care