Lipsticks
A song about the thoughts of a woman grappling with whether or not her desires match her reality.
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Don't know how I got you in my kitchen.
Can't believe you're sitting right here in front of me.
Laughing at my jokes acting all natural.
Boy, your smile is stirring something inside of me.
You asked for water when I offered Shandy.
Eyes on my lips, you're driving me mad, B.
Sipped from my glass, there's no way I'm
Reading too much into this.
Now, you got on my lipstick.
I could never miss it.
Baby, say the word.
I'll come over there and fix it.
You got on my lipstick.
Maybe I should kiss it.
Baby, say the word.
I'll come over there and fix it.
Now, I'm all distracted, and I can't remember
Can't remember the last thing you said.
Asked if you got something on your face, and I lost it
'Cause it's obvious you're messing with my head.
You asked for a mirror; I came to you instead.
You took a step closer; you're bottom lip's still red
Your face in my hands, there's no way I'm
Reading too much into this.
Now, you got on my lipstick.
I could never miss it.
Baby, say the word.
I'll come over there and fix it.
You got on my lipstick.
Maybe I should kiss it.
Baby, say the word.
I'll come over there and fix it.
Lips on my lips, hands on my hips
Lips on my lips, hands on my hips
Lips on my lips, hands on my hips
Lips on my lips...
Now, you got on my lipstick.
I could never miss it.
Baby, say the word.
I'll come over there and fix it.
You got on my lipstick.
Maybe I should kiss it.
Baby, say the word.
I'll come over there and fix it.
Lips on my lips, hands on my hips
Lips on my lips, hands on my hips
Lips on my lips, hands on my hips
Lips on my lips, lips on my lips
© Ivy Yorke 2021
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