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: f** him.
He left you in a gla** of cheap, warm gin I don't care