The Lipstick On His Collar Songtext / Lyric

The clock has ticked 11
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 a 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 parlour
And see him 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
Joe behind the bar
Is offering advice
Cause I'm a broken record
And he has to tell me twice.

Why don't I inderstand
That he just can't change
I wanna be his woman
Not his weekend dame.

Now Joe has eyes a'rollin'
Says it's just too bad
And he'll back tomorrow
For my heartbeat crash.

I'd like to say goodbye
But hello is the match
Though the lipstick on his collar
Never seem to match mine.