Songtext The lipstick on his collar Caro Emerald

The lipstick on his collar

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 my 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 pallor see them 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

doesn't seem to match mine

now Joe behind the bar is offering advise
cos 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 date

Now Joe has eyes of Roland says it's just too bad
And he'll be back tomorrow on my heart-beat fresh
I'd like to say goodbye, but hello is the match
though the lipstick on his collar never seem to match
mine

doesn't seem to match mine

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