Deny, Deny, Deny

Brooks & Dunn

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

Well, I know you've got your own version of the tree
There's only three things left now I can do
Deny, deny, deny

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 tree
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

I know you've got your own version of the tree
There's only three things left now I can do
Deny, deny, deny
Oh, deny, deny, deny