Back in our backyard
Tearin' up the roses and the home grown tomatoes
In my new car
Those bottles in the driveway and the bottles in the hall
Well, I don't know where they came from
It must be burglars in the neighborhood
I sure hope they catch those bums
I know you've got your own version of the truth
There's only three things left now I can do
Deny, deny, deny
Well I was allegedly dropped by a truck stop waitress
At our front door
Now who you gonna believe, your sweet lovin' daddy
Or those lyin' eyes of yours
That lipstick on my collar, that you found this mornin'
Well that's not lipstick at all
I was just in a hurry to get back to you honey
Had myself a little fall
Oh, yeah you've got your own version of the truth
There's only three things left now I can do
Deny, deny, deny
Oh, please don't answer the phone
Hey, ain't it great bein' home and alone like this
That cigarette voice asking for her big boy
Why should I know who that is
Yeah I know it looks bad
But you're lookin' at a victim of a circumstance or two
Oh, what is it now seems like nothin'
I do ever pleases you
I know you've got your own version of the truth
There's only three things left now I can do
Deny, deny, deny
Oh, deny, deny, deny
That wasn't me at a quarter to three Back in our backyard Tearin' up the roses and the home grown tomatoes In my new car Those bottles in the driveway and the bottles in the hall Well, I don't know where they came from It must be burglars in the neighborhood I sure hope they catch those bums I know you've got your own version of the truth There's only three things left now I can do Deny, deny, deny Well I was allegedly dropped by a truck stop waitress At our front door Now who you gonna believe, your sweet lovin' daddy Or those lyin' eyes of yours That lipstick on my collar, that you found this mornin' Well that's not lipstick at all I was just in a hurry to get back to you honey Had myself a little fall Oh, yeah you've got your own version of the truth There's only three things left now I can do Deny, deny, deny Oh, please don't answer the phone Hey, ain't it great bein' home and alone like this That cigarette voice asking for her big boy Why should I know who that is Yeah I know it looks bad But you're lookin' at a victim of a circumstance or two Oh, what is it now seems like nothin' I do ever pleases you I know you've got your own version of the truth There's only three things left now I can do Deny, deny, deny Oh, deny, deny, deny Explain Request ×
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