Urthboy, Bobby Flynn - Hey Dianne lyrics

Hey Dianne don't you worry about your man
Hey Dianne don't you worry about a thing
There's asylum in the secrets
There's a freedom in the things
That you keep for yourself

It starts off silently
And the tension is tightening
You swear that on your life
You wouldn't lie to him
You wonder if the same rules apply to him
You fight with him
Something isn't right with him
Nip it in the bud before it might begin
Like who is she and why
Is she alright with him?
And you ain't trying to hear
Him when he sighing
And he saying it's a minor thing
Fidelity is everything
More than pride to him
So why the doubt sliding in?
They talk about it but
She don't know why she think
That she can confide in him
But only when the tide is in

Yeah, who is she and what she want?
She make him mad and you don't
Like the way she flaunt
You ask him why the hell
You even need to talk
And why she flirting all up
On your fucking wall?
Maybe yelling back that "it
Ain't that at all" and "oh my god we talked
About this shit before
What you bringing it up for?"
He says he don't know what he can
Do to ever make you sure
So he don't wanna talk no more
And she becoming overwrought
Maybe he'll leave her
She believing in the Murphy's Law
And end up hating herself because
The heart is sore
And now they're going back and
Forth like a swinging door
Like a swinging door

Hey Dianne don't you worry about your man
Hey Dianne don't you worry about a thing
There's asylum in the secrets
There's a freedom in the things
That you keep for yourself
There's betrayal in the things that
You keep for yourself

The years pass quickly (quickly)
And though it's unresolved
They had their victories (victories)
The niggling suspicions are so prickly
(prickly)
And through it all they never really lifted
Now he's away and she go out
And hit the town tipsy (tipsy)
Only for a drink so you would
Cap it off with Emily, joanna and Christie
(Christie)
And you at home is someone else's history
It's done
And he come home and ask, "Did you miss me?
'Cos I missed you i wish that you'd tell
Me why your eye is so misty
Darling, what the fuck have I missed here?"

Hey Dianne don't you worry about your man
Hey Dianne don't you worry about a thing
There's asylum in the secrets
There's a freedom in the things
That you keep for yourself