Lip Balm

I love you, babe, I love you
But I’ve tasted a particular flavour
That makes me wanna pull away from ya
And on the train that takes me to you
They’re running all kinds of campaigns, yeah
That I fear are gonna change your behaviour

Oh, when you get made up, you look like
A Grecian goddess of Bakelite
I wanna touch you and get real close
But with all those layers, you’re impervious
And I feel for you, I really do
When we get out of bed in the morning
Eating breakfast, you’re still only at step 3
Of an 11-step super-beauty ritual
Well, you don’t need that to look beautiful!

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh

You say that I don’t understand
The expectations, the demands
But you still wanna know what I think
It cost you fifty dollars but it smells like shit

And I hope you don’t take this the wrong way
'Cause I love you but I don’t like your lip balm
And I know that you don’t wear it for me, love
That it’s only for when they take your picture
I love you but I don’t like your lip balm
I know that you don’t wear it for me, love
That it’s only for when they take your picture