Brooks And Dunn - Deny, Deny, Deny Lyrics

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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

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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

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