Next Time Wipe the Lipstick off Your Collar - Sheila E

You don’t have to send me flowers like you used to do

You don’t have to buy me candy

I’ll still be your fool

All I ask is for a little decency and class

Next time wipe the lipstick off your collar

You don’t have to take me dancing

Our backyard will do

We don’t have to eat to fancy

Hamburgers are cool

I don’t care if you stay out

Until the break of dawn

Next time wipe the lipstick off your collar

Can’t you understand

I want a true love man?

Can’t you comprehend

I want a lover, not a friend?

I don’t care for sugar-coated flattery

French kiss will suffice

Blame our sex on your run-down battery

Holding you is nice

I know when you’re lying, baby

There’s no need to scream

There’s no need to shout

Next time wipe the lipstick off your collar

If you weren’t so tired, baby

We’d be on the floor

We’d be making love right now, ooh

Next time wipe the lipstick off your collar