| As I was screaming into New Orleans
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| I seen a woman on a motorbike
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| She captivated my immagination
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| With her LIPSTICK IN THE NIGHT
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| Well the look in her eye would make a rhinestone jealous
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| As she leaned into the exit sign
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| In her Cajun complexion I could see the reflection
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| Of her LIPSTICK IN THE NIGHT
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| LIPSTICK IN THE NIGHT
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| Red lipstick make a Bulldog bite
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| LIPSTICK IN THE NIGHT
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| She cut her ignition and she paid her admission
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| To Tippatina’s Jump and Jive
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| I offered her a stroke of my Bacardi and Coke
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| To wet her LIPSTICK IN THE NIGHT
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| I took a chance and I asked her to dance
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| As the band played with all their might
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| I looked her in the face but I couldn’t erase
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| Her LIPSTICK IN THE NIGHT
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| LIPSTICK IN THE NIGHT
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| Red lipstick make a bulldog bite
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| LIPSTICK IN THE NIGHT
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| She followed me well down to a cheap hotel
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| There we got into a helluva fight
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| I could hear her leave as she jingled her keys
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| Wearin LIPSTICK IN THE NIGHT
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| Well I never expect to ever see her again
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| Anyway, she wasn’t my type
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| I just over estimated my exaggeration
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| Of her LIPSTICK IN THE NIGHT |