It's hour past midnight I'm on my way home
And my guilty conscience won't leave me alone
Fot I've been out cheatin' with somebody new
What makes me do the bad things I do

Back there at a truckstop I washed my face
And I checked the mirror for each tell-tell trace
For lipstick or makeup that might leave a clue
What makes me do the bad things I do

I don't understand what gets in my mind
To make me keep cheatin' time after time
I've got a good woman so loving and true
What makes me do the bad things I do
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Tomorrow at breakfast I hope she won't see
Through my lying answers when she'll question me
I'll tell her that I met a friend we once knew
What makes me do the bad things I do