Lipstick Red
Miss high heals
Miss so tall
Skinny assassin, are you wearing a dress at all?
Miss makeup
Hair blown dry
When he picks you up at the bar tonight …
CHORUS:
Doesn’t mean that he will call you
Doesn’t mean he is the one
that’ll kiss you goodnight
Doesn’t mean that he’ll be there tomorrow
Oh no, oh no, no
Oh, oh no, oh no, no
Lipstick red
Black dress
Save your kisses
Lipstick red
Black dress
Save your kisses
Don’t let your skin regret
Mr “I claim to have money”
Deceitful tongue
Man without dignity
He whispers sweet things in your ear
The only reason?
He wants sex, honey
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
You’re not just another girl
You’re skin’s worth more
than one night’s adore
Love is free from the one who gives it graciously
Lipstick red, there is love
Better than life
Better than this
Lipstick red, please dress
Save your kisses
CHORUS
Lipstick red
Black dress
Save your kisses
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