(Don Breithaupt)

You’ve got your sad delicious smile
I’ve got my shy retiring style
We have no secrets and no shame
But if you burn for some old flame
From long ago
Maybe I don’t want to know

I see confessions in your eyes
Slow-burning guilt you can’t disguise
You want to get it off your chest
Still I think it might be best
To let it go
Maybe I don’t want to know

I don’t want to know what you’ve been thinking on my time
They say ignorance is bliss but this feels less than fine
I don’t want to know about the stranger in your dreams
The one who always takes you from a whisper to a scream

Dreams have a way of coming true
And what we wish we sometimes do
I guess I thought you’d never stray
But baby doll you’re here today
To tell me so
And maybe I don’t want to know