Whispers in the dark, lips so slick
He’s out again, yeah, playing tricks
(Oh, he’s slick, slick, yeah)
(Oh, he’s slick, slick, yeah)
Sweet little wife, she plays by the rules
Wouldn’t believe he’s out breaking all the rules
If she knew the truth, it’d cut right through
He’s got a taste for thrill and sin Every night’s a secret, where to begin?
Got no clue how deep he’s in
Mama don’t know he’s in the back room
With the lights low, chasing perfume
Got his hands full, lips pressed, breathless
And she don’t suspect it
Oh-oh-oh, he left the house like No-no-no, nothing’s outta line
Mama don’t know he’s in the back room
Doing things he swore were lies
She irons his shirt, lays dinner at eight
He’s on the freeway, running late
But baby, that lie ain’t hard to trace
You can’t hide smoke where there’s fire
Whispers follow like a choir
His stories shift, the truth gets tired
Velvet touch and a glass of gin
That’s where his loyalty’s been
He walks in clean but leaves in sin
(And she don’t even see it)
Mama don’t know he’s in the back room
With the lights low, chasing perfume
Got his hands full, lips pressed, breathless
And she don’t suspect it
Oh-oh-oh, he left the house like No-no-no, nothing’s outta line
Mama don’t know he’s in the back room
Doing things he swore were lies
The neighbors talk, but no one dares
They’ve seen the car, they’ve seen the stares
They bite their tongues, pretend it’s fair
She sets the table, plays the part
But cracks are showing in her heart
And late-night calls tear trust apart
He lives a lie behind her back
Thinks he’s too smooth to leave a track
But one small slip is all it takes
And perfect homes don’t stand through quakes
Oh-woah-oh-oh, she’s got no clue
Oh-woah-oh-oh, what he’s been up to
Painted smiles, but behind the scene It’s messier than it seems
Mama don’t know he’s in the back room
With the lights low, chasing perfume
Got his hands full, lips pressed, breathless
And she don’t suspect it
Oh-oh-oh, he left the house like No-no-no, nothing’s outta line
Mama don’t know he’s in the back room
Doing things he swore were lies
He slips inside like nothin’s wrong
Same cologne, same tired song
But silence weighs where truth should be
And lies don’t come cheap
