DON’T LET YOUR LOVER MAKE A MESS OUTTA YOU Lyrics by David Cale from the play ‘Smooch Music’ Music by Collin Clay Chace and Christopher “Chops” Ingold Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you If your Lover starts lying to you Starts saying that you know aren’t true Don’t just sit there nodding your head Pretending you believe the things that they’ve said Say, “Hold on a minute! Don’t give me that!” I know you, I know where you’re at – I know it Hold on a minute! Don’t give me that!” I know you, I know where you’re at – Don’t give me that (Don’t give me that) Don’t give me that (Don’t give me that) And if it happens repeatedly? Leave – but: Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you If you’re Lover’s seeing people on the sly And that don’t suit you? Baby, get wise – If you’ve tried in vain everything you know To be their one and only – just let ‘em go Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Just don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you If they lied when they said they were a toreador from Mexico If they lied when they said So-and-So is just a friend If they lied when they said they used to kiss snakes for a living Or said “I’m healing you” by the water’s edge Hold on a minute! Don’t give me that! I know you, I know where you’re at – I know it Hold on a minute! Don’t give me that! I know you, I know where you’re at – Don’t give me that (Don’t give me that) Don’t give me that (Don’t give me that) Don’t give me that (Don’t give me that) Don’t give me that And if your Lover can’t make up their mind About the way they feel Chances are they ain’t feeling what they should be feeling But are too scared or too polite to say so And that’s your cue to take your records out of their record collection Take your toothbrush out of their toothbrush rack Take that spare pair of underwear you keep in their top drawer back Pop ‘em in your pocket and head for the door, saying: “When you’ve made up your mind, give me a call… You’ve got the number” Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you You can always get another one Always, always get another one Don’t compromise, get wise Always, always get another one

DON’T LET YOUR LOVER MAKE A MESS OUTTA YOU Lyrics by David Cale from the play ‘Smooch Music’ Music by Collin Clay Chace and Christopher “Chops” Ingold Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you If your Lover starts lying to you Starts saying that you know aren’t true Don’t just sit there nodding your head Pretending you believe the things that they’ve said Say, “Hold on a minute! Don’t give me that!” I know you, I know where you’re at – I know it Hold on a minute! Don’t give me that!” I know you, I know where you’re at – Don’t give me that (Don’t give me that) Don’t give me that (Don’t give me that) And if it happens repeatedly? Leave – but: Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you If you’re Lover’s seeing people on the sly And that don’t suit you? Baby, get wise – If you’ve tried in vain everything you know To be their one and only – just let ‘em go Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Just don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you If they lied when they said they were a toreador from Mexico If they lied when they said So-and-So is just a friend If they lied when they said they used to kiss snakes for a living Or said “I’m healing you” by the water’s edge Hold on a minute! Don’t give me that! I know you, I know where you’re at – I know it Hold on a minute! Don’t give me that! I know you, I know where you’re at – Don’t give me that (Don’t give me that) Don’t give me that (Don’t give me that) Don’t give me that (Don’t give me that) Don’t give me that And if your Lover can’t make up their mind About the way they feel Chances are they ain’t feeling what they should be feeling But are too scared or too polite to say so And that’s your cue to take your records out of their record collection Take your toothbrush out of their toothbrush rack Take that spare pair of underwear you keep in their top drawer back Pop ‘em in your pocket and head for the door, saying: “When you’ve made up your mind, give me a call… You’ve got the number” Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you You can always get another one Always, always get another one Don’t compromise, get wise Always, always get another one

DON’T LET YOUR LOVER MAKE A MESS OUTTA YOU Lyrics by David Cale from the play ‘Smooch Music’ Music by Collin Clay Chace and Christopher “Chops” Ingold Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you If your Lover starts lying to you Starts saying that you know aren’t true Don’t just sit there nodding your head Pretending you believe the things that they’ve said Say, “Hold on a minute! Don’t give me that!” I know you, I know where you’re at – I know it Hold on a minute! Don’t give me that!” I know you, I know where you’re at – Don’t give me that (Don’t give me that) Don’t give me that (Don’t give me that) And if it happens repeatedly? Leave – but: Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you If you’re Lover’s seeing people on the sly And that don’t suit you? Baby, get wise – If you’ve tried in vain everything you know To be their one and only – just let ‘em go Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Just don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you If they lied when they said they were a toreador from Mexico If they lied when they said So-and-So is just a friend If they lied when they said they used to kiss snakes for a living Or said “I’m healing you” by the water’s edge Hold on a minute! Don’t give me that! I know you, I know where you’re at – I know it Hold on a minute! Don’t give me that! I know you, I know where you’re at – Don’t give me that (Don’t give me that) Don’t give me that (Don’t give me that) Don’t give me that (Don’t give me that) Don’t give me that And if your Lover can’t make up their mind About the way they feel Chances are they ain’t feeling what they should be feeling But are too scared or too polite to say so And that’s your cue to take your records out of their record collection Take your toothbrush out of their toothbrush rack Take that spare pair of underwear you keep in their top drawer back Pop ‘em in your pocket and head for the door, saying: “When you’ve made up your mind, give me a call… You’ve got the number” Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you Don’t let your Lover make a mess outta you You can always get another one Always, always get another one Don’t compromise, get wise Always, always get another one