Scanners of our love affair Like we were the L.A. Times The headlines read "Beware" Calculation ain't my game And I hang my head in shame
Lipstick on your collar, and the colour isn't mine White lines on the dresser, and you even drank my wine Babe your face is flushed It's more than just a hunch You cross your heart and hope to die Promising to tell no lies
I can hear the engine roar Dashes through the garage door Now you cry injustice and synthetic violins Every night outside my door
Lipstick on your collar, and the color isn't mine White lines on the dresser, and you even drank my wine Babe your face is flushed It's more than just a hunch Maybe the picture's clear You cross your heart and hope to die Promising to tell no lies Babe your face is flushed It's more than just a hunch Maybe the picture's clear
I flash back to another time zone When you were late most every night I was a prisoner by my own device And what about your distant cousin? You know the one that lives in France No introduction, only a Harlequin Romance Love, lines, angles and rhymes You crossed your heart and hoped to die