Something Wicked

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