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