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Paroles officielles de la chanson "Deny, Deny, Deny"

That wasn't me at a quarter to three back in our back yard
Tearing up the roses petunias and tomatoes in my new car
And the bottles in the driveway and the bottles in the hall
I don't know where they came from
Must be some burglars in the neighborhood
I sure hope they catch those bums
You've got your own version of the truth
There's only three things left for me to do
Deny, deny, deny
I was allegedly dropped
By a truck stop waitress at our front door
Now who you gonna believe
Your sweet loving man in those lying eyes of yours
That lipstick on your collar
That you found this morning ain't lipstick at all
I was just in a hurry to get back to you darlin'
And took a little fall
Oh don't answer the phone
Ain't it great being home and alone like this
That cigarette voice asking for her big boy hey
Why should i know who that is
I know it looks bad but
You're lookin' at a victim of a circumstance or two
What is it now seems like nothing i do ever pleases you