It Makes A Good Story

Well, who in the hell is starting to tell all of these lies?
It's been going around all over town about your men on the side
Well, that's hard to believe, you've been
Right there with me in my arms every night
Yes, they need something to do, so talking
About me and you fills up their empty lives
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 roll
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 watch their husbands' eyes roll
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