Men & Mascara

Sunday dress hangin' on the bedroom door; Empty bottle of wine on the hardwood floor. Last night, he said she was the one: Oh, but men an' mascara always run. Did I give my love too soon or wait too long? Did I take it a little too easy, or put it on too strong? She was lookin' for love; he was lookin' for fun. Yeah, men an' mascara always run. She ain't gettin' any younger: It wasn't s'posed to be this way. Starin' in the mirror, With little black rivers runnin' down her face. Tomorrow's gonna be a brand new day: She'll wake up in the mornin' an' wash it all away. Last night, he said she was the one: Oh, but men an' mascara, they always run. Yeah, men an' mascara always run.