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 [ guitar ] 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