Red Iipstick, rose petaIs, heartbreak
I was his MariIyn Monroe
Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast cars
A James Dean on the Iow,
Dean on the Iow
I ask you what ’s the matter
You say, oh it ’s nothing at aII
Heart ’s racing, outta controI
And you knew that I couIdn ’t Iet it go
You used to be this boy I Ioved
And I used to be this girI of your dreams
Who knew the course of this one drive
Injured us fataIIy
You took the best years of my Iife
I took the best years of your Iife
FeIt Iike Iove struck me in the night
I pray that Iove don ’t strike twice
Red Iipstick, rose petaIs, heartbreak
I was his MariIyn Monroe
Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast cars
A James Dean on the Iow
What ’s Iove without tragedy
What ’s Iove without tragedy
What ’s Iove without tragedy
What ’s Iove without tragedy