Maggie, don't you know?

He's got a real fuse about to blow

You gotta let him go

(People say, people say

Run away, run away)

Gilly thinks that he's a dj

Makes me want to slit my wrist

Breaking mirrors on the subway

No one dances to his hits

Glitter whippits on the freeway

Mamas and papas shitting bricks, yeah....

Give your boy a little leeway

No one dances to his playlist

Yeah, you gotta let him go.

Maggie, don't you know?

He's got a real fuse about to blow

You gotta let him go

(People say, people say)

Maggie, the deck is stacked

You gotta hit your boyfriend back

You gotta hit him back

(People say, people say

Run away, run away)

God bless the doomsday scrollers

Thank you for doing all the work, ooh...

God damn the holy rollers

Making the matters worse

Fourth of july and it's snowing.

(Oh yeah)

Where do you think that you're going?

(Oh yeah)

Yeah, I'll never let you go.

Maggie, don't you know?

He's got a real fuse about to blow

You gotta let him go

(People say, people say)

Maggie, the deck is stacked

You gotta hit your boyfriend back

You gotta hit him back

(People say, people say

Run away, run away)

(People say, people say

Run away, run away)

Maggie, don't you know?

He's got a real fuse about to blow

You gotta let him go

(People say, people say)

Maggie, the deck is stacked

You gotta hit your boyfriend back

You gotta hit him back

(People say, people say)

Maggie

Maggie

Let him go

(People say, people say)

Maggie

Maggie

Hit him back

(People say, people say

Run away, run away.