One, two, three, four.

Sometimes her jacket smells like cigarettes
But she hates to smoke
And when I ask 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 cheating songs
The kind of that gets you singing along
Something stuck in 1973
She's lying with them and she's lying to me
She's bringing back diamond rings
Flipped in the pocket of a tight-fitting jeans
It's back in fashion, doing somebody wrong
She's bringing back cheating 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 looking at me
She's bringing back cheating songs
The kind of that gets you singing along
Something stuck in 1973
She's lying with them and she's lying to me
She's bringing back diamond rings
Flipped in the pocket of a tight-fitting jeans
It's back in fashion, doing somebody wrong
She's bringing back cheating songs

Steel guitars all back in style
Like tears falling on her smile
Yeah, it's been a while since country music loved a fool
And running around was cool
She's bringing back cheating songs
The kind of that gets you singing along
Something stuck in 1973
She's lying with them and she's lying to me
She's bringing back diamond rings
Flipped in the pocket of a tight-fitting jeans
It's back in fashion, doing somebody wrong
She's bringing back cheating songs

She's bringing back cheating songs

She's bringing back cheating songs