Перевод песни Brooks & Dunn – Deny, Deny, Deny

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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
And 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 that 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 that I can do
Deny, deny, deny
--- Instrumental ---
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 truth
There's only three things left now I can do
Deny, deny, deny
Oh, Deny, deny, deny...