Mmm. Blue velvet. Long, slinky, bodyhugging blue 
velvet. And jazz.

Anyway...

My Punk-Boy Just Cares for Truth

(to the tune of Nina Simone's My Baby Just 
Cares for Me-- I suppose, if you're one of 
those incorrigible shippers, My Mulder Just 
Cares for Me might be acceptable, but that's 
not me, is it?)

My punk-boy don't care who shows
My punk-boy don't care, friend or foe,
My punk-boy just cares for truth
My punk-boy don't care for regulations
My punk-boy don't care 'bout illegal places

 Detective White is not his style
 And even Alex Krycek's smile
 Is somethin' he can't see
 My punk-boy don't care who knows
 My punk-boy just cares for truth

Hooboy, my punk-boy don't care who shows
And he don't even care, friend or foe,
He cares for truth
My punk-boy don't care
For regulations
My punk-boy don't care for
He don't care 'bout illegal places

 Detective White is not his style
 And even Alex Krycek's smile
 Is something he can't see
 Is something he can't see
 I wonder what's wrong with Mulder
 My punk-boy just cares for
 My punk-boy just cares for
 My punk-boy just cares for truth

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