[Chorus: Bobby Flynn]
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

[Verse 1: Urthboy]
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

[Verse 2: Urthboy]
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
[Chorus: Bobby Flynn]
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

[Verse 3: Urthboy]
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?"

[Chorus: Bobby Flynn]
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