Letra de 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 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

Doesn´t seem to match mine

Now joe behind the bar is offering advice
Cause 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 dame

Now joe his eyes are rollin´ says it´s just too bad
And he´ll be back tomorrow on my heart-beat crash
I´d like to say goodbye, but hello is the match
Though the lipstick on his collar never seems to match mine

Doesn´t seem to match mine