| [02:07.18] |
The clock has ticked eleven and the place is clear |
| [02:11.36] |
Reality is kicking in and so is my beer |
| [02:15.31] |
I don't make excuses when it's all my fault |
| [02:19.34] |
If a heart is made of money he's cleaned out my vault |
| [02:23.92] |
I feel a little wounded and it isn't fair |
| [02:27.60] |
To sit inside a parlour and see him standing over there |
| [02:31.73] |
As smug as a robber that a cop can't catch |
| [02:35.81] |
The lipstick on his collar doesn't seem to match mine |
| [03:09.12] |
Now Joe behind the bar is offering advice |
| [03:12.75] |
Cause I'm a broken record and he has to tell me twice |
| [03:16.93] |
Why don't I understand that he just can't change |
| [03:20.91] |
I wanna be his woman not his weekend dame |
| [03:25.14] |
Now Joe has eyes a'rollin' says it's just too bad |
| [03:28.98] |
And he'll be back tomorrow for my heartbeat crash |
| [03:33.06] |
I'd like to say goodbye, but hello is the match |
| [03:37.14] |
Though the lipstick on his collar never seems to match mine |
