Caro Emerald - The Lipstick On His Collar
The lipstick on his collarThe clock has ticked eleven and the place is clearReality is kicking in and so is my beerI don't make excuses when it's all my faultIf a heart is made of money he's cleaned out my vaultI feel a little wounded and it isn't fairTo sit inside a parlor and see him standing over thereAs smug as a robber that a cop can't catchThe 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 adviceCause I'm a broken record and he has to tell me twiceWhy don't I understand that he just can't changeI wanna be his woman not his weekend dameNow Joe has eyes a'rollin' says it's just too badAnd he'll be back tomorrow for my heartbeat crashI'd like to say goodbye, but hello is the matchThough the lipstick on his collar never seems to match mine(Never seem to match mine ooh, never seem to match)This line is disconnected(Mine, oohohohooh, match mine, yeah hey yeah)