Verse 1 I saw her at the party by the kitchen light Tiny black dress, lookin' criminal tonight Everybody wants a chance, they're standin' in line But she's laughin' at my jokes and playin' with my wine She's got a boyfriend in theory, that's what I've heard But she keeps leanin' in every time that I slur Maybe I'm delusional, maybe I'm a mess But she keeps tracing little hearts across my chest Pre-Chorus And if she's straight, then why's she blushin' red? Why's she memorized every word I've said? I know I shouldn't start a fire for fun But she's holdin' the matches, not the other one Chorus She looks better in my lip gloss Better with her jacket in the backseat tossed Better when she's callin' me at 2 AM Sayin' she was thinkin' 'bout me again Everybody says I'm reckless Maybe they're right, but God, she's tempting If this is a bad idea, then baby, so what? She looks better in my lip gloss Verse 2 Now we're in the bathroom fixin' up our makeup Talkin' 'bout the girls we kissed and all our breakups She's sayin' she's confused and I'm sayin', "Join the club" Then she grabs my hand and suddenly that's enough Her friends are all watchin' like it's reality TV Tryna figure out exactly what she sees in me Honestly, I'm wonderin' the same thing too But she keeps lookin' at me like she already knew Pre-Chorus She says she likes my attitude My platform boots and my tattoos I tell her she should raise her standards high She says, "Baby, I already tried" Chorus She looks better in my lip gloss Better with her number in my contacts lost Then found again when she crawls back through Sayin' she don't know what she's supposed to do Everybody says we're messy Maybe they're right, but she still gets me If this is a bad idea, then baby, so what? She looks better in my lip gloss Bridge Maybe we're a headline waitin' to happen Maybe we're a train wreck, cute while we're crashin' Maybe in a month we'll laugh about all this But right now she's got strawberry lipstick All over my neck, all over my plans All over the future I thought I had Final Chorus She looks better in my lip gloss Better than the fantasy I built across Every lonely night I spent wishin' she'd stay Now she's tangled in my sheets anyway Everybody says we're trouble Maybe they're right, let's make it double If this is a bad idea, then baby, so what? She looks better in my lip gloss Yeah, she looks better in my lip gloss.
