Sunday dress hanging on the bedroom door Empty bottle of wine on the hardwood floor Last night, he said she was the one Oh, but men and 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 looking for love, he was looking for fun Yeah, men and mascara always run
She ain't getting any younger It wasn't s'posed to be this way Staring in the mirror With little black rivers running down her face
Tomorrow's gonna be a brand new day She'll wake up in the morning and wash it all away Last night, he said she was the one Oh, but men and mascara, they always run Yeah, men and mascara always run
