One, two
One, two, three
Sometimes her jacket smells like cigarettes
But she hates to smoke
And when I ask her who she's hanging out with
She says no one I would know
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm not
Maybe she's guilty, maybe she's caught
She's bringing back cheatin' songs
The kinda hurt that gets you singing along
Something circa-1973
She's lying with him, and she's lying to me
She's bringing back diamond rings
'Cept in the pocket of her tight fittin' jeans
It's back in fashion doing somebody wrong
She's bringing back cheatin' songs
She used to call me on her way back home
But she don't call anymore
And when she's putting on that little black dress
Who's she wearing it for?
Maybe I'm jealous, wouldn't you be?
If you saw the way she ain't lookin' at me
She's bringing back cheatin' songs
The kinda hurt that gets you singing along
Something circa-1973
She's lying with him, and she's lying to me
She's bringing back diamond rings
'Cept in the pocket of her tight fittin' jeans
It's back in fashion doing somebody wrong
She's bringing back cheatin' songs
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Steel guitars are back in style
Like tears fallin' over her smile
Yeah, it's been a while since country music loved a fool
Running around was cool
She's bringing back cheatin' songs
The kinda hurt that gets you singing along
Something circa-1973
She's lying with him, and she's lying to me
She's bringing back diamond rings
'Cept in the pocket of her tight fittin' jeans
It's back in fashion doing somebody wrong
She's bringing back cheatin' songs
She's bringing back cheatin' songs