Lipstick Red

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Here's a little song I wrote
About a girl I used to know
I met her on the dancefloor
And I was just about to take her home
But I found out she was a hoe
Out the door, had to let her go

[Chorus:]
Baby, nothing's free, not even me
Tell me your fantasy
And we can do it for a fee
Welcome to West Hollywood
Come on, don't you want to see
How it feels to be a somebody
Out here in Hollywood?

[Verse 1:]
Her name was Lipstick Red
And she was known to give the best...
Conversation around
If you know what I mean
She moved up to this city
Thinking she could be a star
Champagne dreams with no money
That's her on the boulevard
Lipstick Red?? You dead wrong, girl
I can see your thong
"I'll be your light switch, baby
And you can turn me on"

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Meet me at the bar
Superstar, girl, you know who you are
Just let me pay my tab
And then I'll walk you to my car
She said, "My place or yours
But my condo ain't that far
I stay right off the boulevard, Sunset Blvd
And I could give you a 'job'
But you know that's gonna cost
I'll even go for a ride
If you make it worth my time"

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Baby, please forgive me
Your offer's tempting
But I think I'll have to pass
It's just that every time you shake your...like that
I catch myself falling in love all over again
Maybe it's the music
Make me wanna release some fluids
Do it to the music
Out here on the dancefloor

[Chorus]

Nothing's free, not even me