That wasn’t me at a quarter to three back in our backyard Tearing 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 lying eyes of yours That lipstick on my collar That you found this morning 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 being 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 nothing I do ever pleases you
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