Story Behind The Song

a little indiscretion

Song Description

Husband cheats, lies about it, wife gets mad, wife grabs a knife. Wife settles down, husband 'fesses up, wife gets even madder, and she takes care of the problem, once and for all. In the end, he talks of becoming a priest and her, becoming a nun.

Lyrics

It's. my simple explanation: "...just an innocent flirtation...

didn't feel the least sensation, though I liked the view...

That young plum-cake I was kissin' I ain't even once been missin',

'cause there simply ain't no bliss in anyone but you."



But my gal just doesn't buy it, says, "Ya had t' go an' try it,

and it makes it worse to lie; Quit when you know you're had..."

Says "You made a big mistake, dear. You're a liar and a fake, dear,

oughta cower, quake, and shake, dear, 'cause I'm mighty' mad."



Well the pots and pans are flyin', an' I'm darned near cured of lyin';

I'm a pleadin' an' a cryin' 'cause she's got a knife.

An' I'm tell in' her, I love her, that I hold no one above her...

gotta soothe her and soft-glove her, just to save my life.



Chorus: 'Cause there ain't no hell like a woman's wrath,

and it doesn't much require more than elementary math,

to know, when you subtract that little thing, we know as trust,

the remainder's always zero, when you lose yourself to lust.



Well, she's fin'lly stopped to listen, stopped her screamin' and her hissin'...

She's considerin' her bliss when things are gain' right.

Says, "I won't allow no cheatin', or you'll get more than a beatin',

so don't let your mind be heatin, for some pretty sight."


Now, she's so relaxed and open. For redemption, I am hopin',

from that harmless little gropin', so I sweetly say

"I di'n't even say the "love" word, saw no flesh because my eyes blurred,

when that naked-as-a-jaybird lady made me stray."



Well the pots and pans are flyin', an' I'm darned near cured of lyin';

I'm a pleadin' an' a cryin' 'cause she's got a knife.

An' I'm tellin' her, I love her, that I hold no one above her...

gotta soothe her and soft-glover her, just to save my life.



Chorus: 'Cause there ain't no hell like a woman's wrath,

and it doesn't much require more than elementary math,

to know, when you subtract that little thing, we know as trust,

the remainder's always zero, when you lose yourself to lust.



Ain't so sure I'd call this livin'...find I ain't the least bit driven.

I can't even chase the women after what she's done.

But she's fin'lly tamed the beast, My libido's simply ceased;

think I'll go become a priest, an' she can be a nun.



Chorus: 'Cause there ain't no hell like a woman's wrath,

and it doesn't much require more than elementary math,

to know, when you subtract that little thing, we know as trust,

the remainder's always zero, when you lose yourself to lust.