[Verse 1] She aint crazy like he said she was Theres no mistaking how its all adding up Lipstick on his collar, smoke from that revolver He can try and call her crazy, oh but she aint crazy But shes going to make him pay You can see it on her face [Chorus] Black mascara, Moulin Rouge Blood red lipstick, high heeled shoes Its her turn to do him wrong That aint makeup she got on Its war paint, war paint Go on girl and make that man feel your pain, your pain [Verse 2] Nah she, she aint leaving Cause that wont hurt enough Yeah shell get even if its the last thing that she does Shell go undercover, find another lover Hope that hell discover what shes done No she aint leaving cause shes already gone The battle lines are drawn [Chorus] Black mascara, Moulin Rouge Blood red lipstick, high heeled shoes Its her turn to do him wrong That aint makeup she got on Its war paint, war paint Hes gonna see that two can play that game, that game That aint makeup shes got on Its war paint, yeah [Chorus] Black mascara, Moulin Rouge Blood red lipstick, high heeled shoes Two wrongs aint right but she dont care All is fair tonight Shes wearing war paint Go on girl and make that man feel your pain, your pain Hes gonna see that two can play that game, that game Cause that aint makeup she got on Its war paint
paint, war, moulin, heeled, makeup