Dirty Laundry

That lipstick on your collar, well, it ain't my shade of pink
And I can tell by the smell of that perfume, it's like forty dollars too cheap
And there's a little wine stain on the pocket of your white cotton thread
Well, you drink beer and whiskey, boy, and you know I don't drink red
Found it over in the corner, wadded up on the bedroom floor
You shoulda hid it in the closet, you shoulda burned it, you shoulda lost it
Now I'ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry

[Refrão]
Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line
Leave 'em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you
All those midnights sneaking in, "I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry"
All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry

[Próxima Parte]
If the neighbors get to asking, I won't cover nothin' up
I'll tell 'em every little detail, how you drug me through the mud
I'm gonna string up your old button-down and slide it on the porch
Just in case you get the nerve to come knockin' on my door
Yeah, I'ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry

[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
Found it over in the corner, wadded up on the bedroom floor
You shoulda hid it in the closet, you shoulda burned it, you shoulda lost it
Now I'ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry

[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
(Out to dry)
(To the line)