It Makes a Good Story

Well who in the hell

Is startin' to tell

All of these lies

It's been going around

All over town

'bout your men on the side

Well that's hard to believe

You've been right there with me

In my arms every night

Guess they need something to do

So talkin' 'bout me and you

Fills up their empty life

But it makes a good story

And I guess it turns them on

You're supposed to be the wild one

Not the mom bringing the kids home

I think they're jealous of your sweet smile

They've seen their husbands eyes roam

I don't need to watch the TV

I've got a soap opera here at home

People think we swing

And we do anything

Anytime, anywhere

That's a big mistake

She barely gets a break

To dress and wash her hair

But when she does step out

Man, their eyes pop out

She's got that drop dead beauty

And she can't help that

And the real true fact

Is she's mine and I'm hers, you see

But it makes a good story

And I guess it turns them on

She's supposed to be the wild one

Not the mom bringing the kids home

I think they're jealous of your good looks

I've watched their husbands' eyes roam

I don't need to watch the TV

I've got a soap opera star of my own

I don't need to watch the TV

I've got a soap opera star at home