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 parlor 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
Mine doesn't seem
to match mine 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 has eyes a'rollin'
says it's just too bad
And he'll be back tomorrow
for my heartbeat crash
I'd like to say goodbye
but hello is the match
Though the lipstick on his collar
never seems to match mine
Never seem to match mine
ooh never seem to match
This line is disconnected
Mine oohohohooh match
mine yeah hey yeah