Sheila E. - Next Time Wipe the Lipstick Off Your Colla

You don't have to send me flowers like you used to do;
You don't have to buy me candy, I'll still be your fool...
All I ask is for a little decency and class:
Next time, wipe the lipstick off your collar...

You don't have to take me dancing, our backyard will do;
We don't have to eat too fancy, hamburgers are cool...
I don't care if you stay out until the break of dawn...
Next time, wipe the lipstick off your collar...

Can't you understand I want a true love man?
Can't you comprehend I want a lover, not a friend?

I don't care for sugar-coated flattery, French kiss will suffice;
Blame our sex on your run-down battery - holding you is nice...
I know when you're lying, baby, there's no need to scream, there's no need to shout...
Next time, wipe the lipstick off your collar...

If you weren't so tired, baby, we'd be on the floor,
We'd be makin' love right now, ooh...
Next time, wipe the lipstick off your collar...