Paint this town red with lipstick kisses

The neon nights he reminisces

Lives left hanging on a thread

Jumbled love songs in her head

Got an apology straightened out

Smoky eyes and a practiced pout

Sing those lies and singe his pride

But he's still got a back up bride

Fingers coiled over a champagne flute

She's still struggling with alcohol and truth

He's got cold feet she's got blackheart

And the promises of a thousand sweethearts

Got an apology straightened out

Smoky eyes and a practiced pout

Sing those lies and singe his pride

But he's still got a back up bride

She had a fall from the twentieth storey

The bad girls always get the glory

Her scarlet smiles over the newspapers

He'll never admit it, but he misses her.