SMOKING HOT — EVERY STATE, EVERY LIE (A wife’s truth. His messages. Her breaking point.) [Intro — spoken, dark and cold] “Smoking hot…” That’s what you called her. While you had a wife at home, believing every word that came out of your mouth. You said you were working late. Funny how the truth keeps showing up when the lies start falling apart. [Verse 1] Smoking hot, that’s what you said, While you laid beside me in our bed. Working late, that was your excuse, Another pretty story, another lie you’d use. Girls in every state, names I never knew, How many damn stories were you feeding who? Every town, another secret, every message, another clue, You thought you covered every track— but the truth came looking through. You said it was a job, allegedly, Just innocent work, that's your story to me. But when I call, nobody answers straight, And somehow these women know exactly who to call— So tell me, why do they know it's your wife on the other end of that phone? [Pre-Chorus] Don't tell me I'm crazy, Don't tell me I'm blind. I didn't make these messages up Or imagine every sign. You can twist it, you can deny it, You can swear you never crossed that line, But every new discovery Puts another crack in your alibi. [Chorus — powerful, explosive] SMOKING HOT! Was she worth the price? All those little secrets, all those double lives? WORKING LATE! Yeah, I've heard that song, How many nights was I right while you swore I was wrong? Girls in every state, and a wife back home, You made me feel crazy while you worked that phone. You can call it business, you can call it a job, But you can't explain the questions When the answers don't add up! [Verse 2] You sit in your car with your phone lit up, I walk in the room and the screen goes shut. Quick little movement, then you act surprised, Like I don't see the panic hiding in your eyes. And every time I call, there's a story to sell, But these women seem to know my name too well. If it's all so innocent, if there's nothing to hide, Why does the truth keep changing every time I ask you why? You had a wife, you had a home, But somehow I was still sleeping alone. I was fighting for us while you guarded your screen, Trying to figure out what the hell it all means. [Pre-Chorus 2] And don't you dare say That I don't know what I saw. I know what I read, And I remember it all. You can blame me for asking, Make me the enemy, But you can't erase the messages That brought the truth to me. [Chorus — bigger, harder] SMOKING HOT! Was she worth the price? All those little secrets, all those double lives? WORKING LATE! How convenient, babe, Another shift, another story, another mess to explain! Girls in every state, and a wife back home, You made me feel crazy while you worked that phone. You can call it business, you can call it a job, But you can't explain the questions When the answers don't add up! [Bridge — slow, emotional, then building] Sixteen years… And I never thought I'd be here, Looking at the man I married Wondering who the hell was standing there. I wasn't asking for perfection. I was asking for the truth. While I was protecting our marriage, What the hell were you trying to prove? And those words—“smoking hot”— They cut deeper than you know. Because I was right here loving you While you made me question what was real at home. You don't get to rewrite my memories. You don't get to silence my eyes. And you don't get to call me crazy Just because I'm done believing lies. [Breakdown — spoken, confrontational] So answer me this… If it's just a job, why the secrecy? If it's just work, why the excuses? If these women don't know you like that, why do they know who to call? And if everything is innocent… WHY DOES THE TRUTH KEEP GETTING HARDER TO HIDE? [Final Chorus — full power] SMOKING HOT! Now the whole thing's burning, Every hidden message, every page I'm turning. WORKING LATE! That's the line you chose, But the more I find out, the less your story holds. Girls in every state, and a wife who knows, You can bury the evidence, but the truth still grows. You can call me bitter, you can call me a fool, But I'm done playing blind just to make life comfortable for you! SMOKING HOT! That's the phrase I won't forget. WORKING LATE! That's the lie I won't accept. You can deny every woman, You can deny every night, But you can't undo the damage Or make wrong suddenly right! [Outro — quiet, chilling] You called her smoking hot. I was your wife. You said you were working late. I was waiting at home. And now I'm left with all these questions, all these messages, all these pieces of a life I thought I knew. So don't ask me why I changed. Ask yourself… How many lies does it take before a wife stops believing the man she married? Smoking hot. Yeah… Now everybody gets to hear what those words cost me.
