Don't Explain - Linda Bull, Paul Kelly

Don’t explain, it’s really not your style

I’ve had some fun, you really made me smile

Don’t look so serious, it doesn’t suit your face

Don’t explain, don’t explain

You sure know how to use your hands

But you don’t have a great attention span

Don’t apologise or drop your eyes

Don’t explain, don’t explain

I’ve seen them come, I’ve seen them go

Boys like you

Their gangster hearts, their dreamy loads

Boys like you

I’ve seen them come, I’ve seen them go

Boys like you

Their gangster hearts, their dreamy loads

Boys like you

So take your things, I won’t count the days

Sure, you can call on me if you’re ever this way

But if one night you’re lonely, and I have other company

Don’t complain, don’t complain