Lipliner

Verse:
My friends are lighting up their matching cigarettes
Perched upon my front door steps
I wonder what goes through their heads
What thoughts inhabit silhouettes
As I’m crawling into bed

Pre:
Pearls clutched to my chest
Curls fall from my head
In my nighttime dress

Chorus:
I’m lining my lips
I’m tracing my ribs
I’m carving my hips
You drink till you grin
You smoke till you’re thin
I take it all in
In
In

Verse:
And I look nothing like my vintage magazines
Playboy bunny dreams seem out of reach

Pre:
Stand out from the rest
Putting on my best
Lace up my corset

Chorus:
I’m lining my lips
I’m tracing my ribs
I’m carving my hips
You drink till you grin
You smoke till you’re thin
I take it all in
In
In

Bridge:
I flip through pages of your standards
Articles that have no manners
God, I wish that I was younger
When my worth wasn’t a number

Chorus:
I’m lining my lips
I’m tracing my ribs
I’m carving my hips
You drink till you grin
You smoke till you’re thin
I take it all in
In
In