Il testo della The lipstick on his collar

Caro Emerald

pochette album The lipstick on his collar

Data di rilascio : 29/01/2010

Durata : 0:03:37

Stile : Pop

The clock has ticked eleven and the place is clear
Reality is kicking in and so is my beer
I don't make excuses when it's all my fault
If a heart is made of money he's cleaned out my vault

I feel a little wounded and it isn't fair
To sit inside a parlor and see him standing over there
As smug as a robber that a cop can't catch
The lipstick on his collar doesn't seem to match mine

Mine, doesn't seem to match mine, mine

Now joe behind the bar is offering advice
'cause i'm a broken record and he has to tell me twice
Why don't i understand that he just can't change?
I wanna be his woman, not his weekend dame

Now joe has eyes a'rollin' says it's just too bad
And he'll be back tomorrow for my heartbeat crash
I'd like to say goodbye but hello is the match
Though the lipstick on his collar never seems to match mine

Never seem to match, mine ooh, never seem to match

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Mine, ooh, oh, oh, ooh, match mine, yeah, hey, yeah