Lipstick Red

I break my vows like I break a mirror I wear a white dress with my lipstick red Say hello. I am your new wife Put this ring on my finger Preacher, say the words and I will lie If you should ask, forgetfulness is my alibi I remember my alibi As I look in the mirror With you alone will I lie And stroke my lips with lipstick red Then I’ll place a new ring on my finger And now I am another man’s wife He won’t know I was once your wife He need not know of my alibi Look closely at my finger As we kiss in the mirror His lips lined with the lipstick red Of my accumulating lies Ask me again and I will still lie I have only ever been his wife Look and you will see there is no lipstick red That is my alibi. But as I look in the mirror, I look at my finger And I see it only as a finger You see it as a lie. When I look into the mirror And say I am his wife True or not, that is my alibi. Stroke on my lipstick red This is who I am, my lipstick red I need no ring on my finger Nor need I justify myself with an alibi Hear me swear as I lie I want to be his wife But don’t look in the mirror The mirror will see no ring on my finger It will see my lipstick red speak my lie. Being his wife is my alibi.