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As I was screaming into New OrleansI seen a woman on a motorbikeShe captivated my imaginationWith her lipstick in the nightWell, the look in her eye would make a rhinestone jealousAs she leaned into the exit signIn her Cajun complexion I could see the reflectionOf her lipstick in the nightLipstick in the nightRed lipstick make a bulldog biteLipstick in the nightShe cut her ignition and she paid her admissionTo Tipitina's jump-and-jiveI offered her a stroke of my Bacardi and CokeTo wet her lipstick in the nightI took a chance and I asked her to danceAs the band played with all their mightI looked her in the face but I couldn't eraseHer lipstick in the nightLipstick in the nightRed lipstick make a bulldog biteSongtexteLipstick in the nightShe followed me well down to a cheap hotelThere we got into a helluva fightI could hear her leave as she jingled her keysWearin' lipstick in the nightWell, I never expect to ever see her againAnyway, she wasn't my typeI just overestimated my exaggerationOf her lipstick in the night Aus Songtexte Mania