Whispers in the dark, lips so slick He's out again, yeah, playin' 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 breakin' 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, chasin' 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 out of line, mama don't know he's in the back room

Doin' things he swore were lies

She irons a shirt, lays dinner at eight He's on the freeway runnin' 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, believes in sin And she don't even see it

Mama don't know he's in the back room With the lights low, chasin' 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 out of line, mama don't know he's in the back room

Doin' things he swore were lies

The neighbors talk but no one dares They've seen the car, they've seen the stairs

They bite their tongues, pretend it's fair

She sets the table, plays the part But cracks are showin' 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 Imperfect homes don't stand through quakes

Oh, oh, oh, she's got no clue Oh, 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, chasin' 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 out of line, mama don't know he's in the back room

Doin' things he swore were lies

He slips inside like nothing's wrong Same cologne, same tired song

But silence weighs what truth should be And lies don't come cheap