Lipstick

She's the girl with the lipstick on
Dusty red kisses on the glass
Slight smell of cinnamon on your tongue
Pop the cap and twist until it hits your lips

Bold stroke down the centre, then follow the bow
Look at those perfect... don't they make you want to kiss?
Line the edges, touch up the sides
Take a chance, wear red tonight.

She's the girl with the lipstick on
Dusty red kisses on the glass
Slight smell of cinnamon on your tongue
Pop the cap and twist until it hits your lips

She will stop, and give you a hand
She'll drive a truck and fight for her life
But tonight, she's in the red,
It could be smeared with nicotine,
but music is her drug instead

She's the girl with the lipstick on
Dusty red kisses on the glass
Slight smell of cinnamon on your tongue
Pop the cap and twist until it hits your lips

Lipstick is her confidence, it takes her high
With its' smile and strike and
She's the girl with the lipstick on
Dusty red kisses on the glass
Slight smell of cinnamon on your tongue
Pop the cap and twist until it hits your lips