What I Don't Know

(álbum: Buenas Noches From A Lonely Room - 1988)

What I don't know might not hurt me
If I stay dumb and no one tells
But if I find out that you've been cheating
What I don't know might get you killed

Death row in prison, don't look half as bad
As a life filled with heartache over you
So if you're a playing those dirty little games
You better pray that I don't find out the truth

'Cause what I don't know might not hurt me
If I stay dumb and no one tells
But if I find out that you've been cheating
What I don't know might get you killed

Smith and Wesson juries hold a real mean, nasty court
And the verdict that they pass is never slow
So keep on a wearing that little poker face
'Cause soon enough your cards will have to show

And I don't know might not hurt me
If I stay dumb and no one tells
But if I find out that you've been cheating
What I don't know might get you killed