rewind*radio key*story to tell*on a tree

 Stars did fall

Thunder rolled

Bugs crawled back

In their holes 

The couple screamed 

But far too late 

Cause a jealous heart 

Did retaliate

 Well, he ran around
Late at night 
Holding hands

And making light
Of everything 
That came before 
But there she was 
Behind the door

The clock has ticked eleven and the place is clear
Reality is kicking in and so is my beerult
If a heart is made of money he's cleane
I don't make excuses when it's all my fad out my vault
feel a little wounded and it isn't fair
I smug as a robber that a cop can't catch
To sit inside a parlour 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

Ten Cent Pistol+The Lipstick On His Collar