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