Red Lipstick

I like things that don't make sense
No need lies, no false pretence 
No pop-up polls, or pasted pictures
Dreams of fame, or chasing riches
I like girls who like their friends
Not chasing blokes or fashion trends
She doesn't care if she's looking daft
That kind of girl always makes me laugh

Oh really girl I must confess
Yeah really girl I'm quite impressed

She likes red lipstick, fish and chips
Orange juice and trips to the seaside
She likes red lipstick, fish and chips
Oh this girl does things for me
Alright

And I don't mind when I look a fool
When I try being nice, try and stick to the rule
Your face goes blank, like you're trying to test us
And I've used my bank of romantic gestures
I don't mind when you laugh, at all of my lines
I've tried to impress you a million times
You brush them off, but you still looked flattered
My minds gone blank and my brains are scattered all over, all over
And then you win be back with a look of affection
Your timing was done to real perfection.