Sunday morning and again I opened my eyes

to lift my shattered head.

Started mending all the pieces

to explain the chaos round my bed.

And I stumbled to the bathroom

to wash away the demage on my face.

When suddenley it hit me through the haze.

There was Lipstick on the mirror,

saying:"I just had to go.

I realy liked to stay here,

but I wasn't sure if you would like it too.

And if you ever feel like seeing me again,

don't hasitate to call.

Here's my number: 5550754"

After three long days I had to call her,

cause I couldn't wait no more.

So we met around the corner

and love that second sight defind the score, once more.

This was just too good to be true

and I caught myself wishing that she would stick around

The other day I fortunatley found.

Lipstick on the mirror, saying:"I love you.

I've got a feeling this could be forever,

if you feel the same way too.

I finaly think, I know the meaning of "everything's allright".

Yes, how about dinner at my place, 8 pm tonight.

Monday morning and again I open up my eyes

with a smile upon my face.

Full of expectations I turn around my head

to find an empty space, oh no.

This uneasy, funny feeling's creeping over me.

I know what's going on.

Just some steps away to prove me right from wrong.

There was Lipstick on the mirror,

saying:" Sorry, I really had to leave.

I'm not the kind of girl

that you deserve an sure I'm never gonna be.

I think you're better off without me,

and I wish you luck with everything you do.

Thank you, xxx, sincerely yours"

I wipe the Lipstick off the mirror

Things are getting clearer

I wipe the Lipstick off the mirror

Things are getting clearer