[02:07.18]The clock has ticked eleven and the place is clear
[02:11.36]Reality is kicking in and so is my beer
[02:15.31]I don't make excuses when it's all my fault
[02:19.34]If a heart is made of money he's cleaned out my vault
[02:23.92]I feel a little wounded and it isn't fair
[02:27.60]To sit inside a parlour and see him standing over there
[02:31.73]As smug as a robber that a cop can't catch
[02:35.81]The lipstick on his collar doesn't seem to match mine
[03:09.12]Now Joe behind the bar is offering advice
[03:12.75]Cause I'm a broken record and he has to tell me twice
[03:16.93]Why don't I understand that he just can't change
[03:20.91]I wanna be his woman not his weekend dame
[03:25.14]Now Joe has eyes a'rollin' says it's just too bad
[03:28.98]And he'll be back tomorrow for my heartbeat crash
[03:33.06]I'd like to say goodbye, but hello is the match
[03:37.14]Though the lipstick on his collar never seems to match mine