Ruin My Make Up - Lola Young

I don’t know which way I’m facing when the lights are down

I don’t know which path I’m taking cause they all look the same now

An old friend taught me that, an old friend forgot my favorite colour and my

date of birth

I learned from when I hid behind the seams

Right behind the ethanol still clinging to my teeth

I kinda like it when he makes mistakes

I kinda like it when she plays them games, gives me a reason to win

I didn’t want you back around here, tight fist

Eyes flinch, want you back around here, I kept on running

I continue to sin, I see Jesus when I’m running

And he laughs 'cause I’m an atheist

Put honey in my back pocket, hands on my mouth

Don’t wake up the back prophet, hands in my mouth

I still wanna suffer for a little while

All mine longs to suffer for a little while

If I cry about you, about love

I’ll only ruin my make-up

Ruin my make-up

If I cry about you, about love

I’ll only ruin my make-up

Ruin my make-up

It’s bad enough as it is

Pour the brandy down the sink

There’s heaven in your name, I am there for a drink

I cannot give you any more of me, no, that would be forsaken

Get down on your hands and knees, pretend I’m Satan

And it’s cold in the summer, I’ll lend you my jumper

And I’ll lend you my ego and we can play the Beatles

And we’ll forget how many cars pass by and we can

Just dance and maybe I’ll lie and say that

I do not love you, and big boys don’t cry

So maybe you will say you gotta leave, it’s only quarter till nine

But then I’ll let you go, I let you go

'Cause you’ll be back tomorrow

If I cry about you, about love

I’ll only ruin my make-up

Ruin my make-up

If I cry about you, about love

I’ll only ruin my make-up

Ruin my make-up

If I cry about you, about love

I’ll only ruin my make-up