(Joe Ely)



As I was screaming into New Orleans

I seen a woman on a motorbike

She captivated my immagination

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