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

Writer : ELY, JOE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing