Lipstick on the bottle
Tears falling on the bar
Clearly heartbroken once again
Softly sobbing and cursing men
Jukebox blaring her favorite tune
But she wont be dancing soon
Simply wanting to be alone
Still to sober to go home
Not caring to see the house
She had shared with that cheating spouse
Just needing some time to think
She simply motions for another drink
Lipstick on the bottle
Tears falling on the bar
Clearly heartbroken once again
Softly sobbing and cursing men
Wearing tight jeans and a baggy sweater
Hard to imagine she could look better
Her hair hangs down to hide her face
She dabs at her tears keeping make-up in place
Politely refusing any attempt talk
Choosing only to sip and sulk
Wondering where things went wrong
How did her life become a country song
Lipstick on the bottle
Tears falling on the bar
Clearly heartbroken once again
Softly sobbing and cursing men
When she requests another drink
It is plain to see what she might think
Digging some cash from her purse
Thinking things could really be worse
Pulling the ring from her left hand
Helps her let go of that cheating man
Her heavy heart becomes lighter
The neon lights seem to burn brighter
Lipstick on the bottle
Tears falling on the bar
Clearly heartbroken once again
Softly sobbing and cursing men
Signaling for yet another round
This time with a shot of Crown
Opting for something a bit stronger
Hoping to end the pain she wants no longer
She raised the small glass emptied it quick
Placed it on the bar as she licked her lip
Then a sip from the bottle and a shake of her head
All she had done wrong was pick the wrong man to wed
Lipstick on the bottle
Lipstick on the glass
She was felling better then
Content with drinking and cursing men
With nothing more than the wave of her hand
She orders up again as she begins to stand
At the jukebox she plays a happier beat
Before strolling back to take her seat
Raising the whiskey then down it goes
Shaking her head as she taps her toes
Lifting the bottle to her crimson lips
Holding it there as she sips and sips
Lipstick on the bottle
Lipstick on the glass
She was felling better then
Content with drinking and cursing men
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really enjoyed this write Sir Vern! Ten, God Bless, Linda