Red Lipstick

I like things that don't make sense; no need for lies, no false pretence No pop-up polls, or pasted pictures, dreams of fame, or chasing riches I like girls that 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 And 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 Red lipstick, fish and chips Oh this girl does things for me Alright, alright, alright, 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 look flattered, my mind's gone blank, and my brains are scattered All over (all over, all over, all over) All over (all over, all over, all over) And then you win me back with a look of affection; Your timing was done to real perfection 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 Red lipstick, fish and chips Oh this girl does things for me Red lipstick, fish and chips Orange juice and trips to the seaside Red lipstick, fish and chips Oh this girl does things for me Alright, alright, alright, alright She likes red lipstick, fish and chips Orange juice and trips to the seaside