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When you left me all alone at the record hop
Told me you were going out for a soda pop
You were gone for quite a while, half an hour or more
You came back and man, oh man, this is what I saw:
Lipstick on your collar Told a tale on you
Lipstick on your collar Said you were untrue
Bet your bottom dollar, You and I are through
'Cause lipstick on your collar Told a tale on you, yeah
You said it belonged to me, made me stop and think
And then I noticed yours was red, Mine was baby pink
Who walked in but Mary Jane... Lipstick all a mess
Were you smooching my best friend?
Guess the answer's yes
Re: Vết Son Trên Cổ �o