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Sunday dress hangin' on the bedroom door;
Empty bottle of wine on the hardwood floor.
Last night, he said she was the one:
Oh, but men an' 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 lookin' for love; he was lookin' for fun.
Yeah, men an' mascara always run.
She ain't gettin' any younger:
It wasn't s'posed to be this way.
Starin' in the mirror,
With little black rivers runnin' down her face.
Tomorrow's gonna be a brand new day:
She'll wake up in the mornin' an' wash it all away.
Last night, he said she was the one:
Oh, but men an' mascara, they always run.
Yeah, men an' mascara always run.
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