Brooks & Dunn - Deny, Deny, Deny Lyrics
(kix brooks/bob dipiero)That wasnt me at a quarter to three back in our backyardTearing up the roses and the home grown tomatoes in my new carThose bottles in the driveway and the bottles in the hallWell I dont know where they came fromIt must be burglars in the neighborhoodI sure hope they catch those bumsI know youve got your own version of the truthTheres only three things left now I can doDeny, deny, denyWell I was allegedly droppedBy a truck stop waitress at our front doorNow who you gonna believeYour sweet lovin daddy or those lying eyes of yoursThat lipstick on my collarThat you found this morning well thats not lipstick at allI was just in a hurry to get back to you honeyHad myself a little fallOh yeah youve got your own version of the truthTheres only three things left now I can doDeny, deny, denyOh please dont answer the phoneHey aint it great being home and alone like thisThat cigarette voice asking for her big boyWhy should I know who that isYeah I know it looks bad butYoure lookin at a victim of a circumstance or twoOh what is it now seems like nothing I do ever pleases you1st chorusDeny, deny, deny