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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, ooh, oh, oh, ooh, match mine, yeah, hey, yeah

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