War Paint - Devin Dawson

She ain’t crazy like he said she was

There’s no mistaking how it’s all adding up

Lipstick on his collar, smoke from that revolver

He can try and call her crazy, oh but she ain’t crazy

But she’s going to make him pay

You can see it on her face

Black mascara, Moulin Rouge

Blood red lipstick, high heeled shoes

It’s her turn to do him wrong

That ain’t makeup she got on

It’s war paint, war paint

Go on girl and make that man feel your pain, your pain

Nah she, she ain’t leaving

'Cause that won’t hurt enough

Yeah she’ll get even if it’s the last thing that she does

She’ll go undercover, find another lover

Hope that he’ll discover what she’s done

No she ain’t leaving 'cause she’s already gone

The battle lines are drawn

Black mascara, Moulin Rouge

Blood red lipstick, high heeled shoes

It’s her turn to do him wrong

That ain’t makeup she got on

It’s war paint, war paint

He’s gonna see that two can play that game, that game

That ain’t makeup she’s got on

It’s war paint, yeah

Black mascara, Moulin Rouge

Blood red lipstick, high heeled shoes

Two wrongs ain’t right but she don’t care

All is fair tonight

She’s wearing war paint

Go on girl and make that man feel your pain, your pain

He’s gonna see that two can play that game, that game

'Cause that ain’t makeup she got on

It’s war paint