The Devil Wears My Lipstick (explicit)

[Spoken Intro – Male Voice, low and reverent] I met her at a funeral, heels like sins on parade. She lit a cigarette off the flame in her smile. Whispered, “Sin’s just love with eyeliner, baby.” And like a fool with no heaven left—I fucking believed her. --- [Verse 1 – Male Vocals] She wore red like it owed her blood, Eyes sharp enough to carve through trust. Sipped fire from a crystal glass, Left saints crying in the back pews, aghast. Every step she took rewrote commandments. Her perfume—confession. Her lips—communion. I touched her wrist and forgot my name. I kissed her spine and felt absolution vanish. --- [Pre-Chorus – Male Vocals] Her kiss tasted like stolen wine, Sweet, with a body count. I should've run the first time— But her hands were already at my throat. She said, “Wanna know how angels fall?” Then bit down like she knew the answer. And fuck if I didn’t beg for more. --- [Chorus 1 – Both] The devil wears my lipstick now, Smeared across your neck like vows. You begged for mercy in a breathless tone— She fucked you ‘til you called her home. Your halo cracked beneath her laugh, You traded heaven for her wrath. Now every prayer you ever spoke Burns in the shape of her red smoke. She left claw marks in your soul, Painted lies where love should grow. This isn't passion—it's possession, But goddamn, you love the show. --- [Verse 2 – Male Vocals] She said, “I don’t love—I haunt.” Lit a cigarette off my broken thoughts. Drew her name in the fog of my chest, Then laughed when I confessed the rest. She danced barefoot on my boundaries, Each step a sacrament of pain. She said “hold still” and branded me, Then kissed my scream like rain. --- [Pre-Chorus 2 – Female Vocals] You were warned—every word a dare. But still you came, unholy and bare. Now you're marked from lip to bone, Wearing sins you can't disown. She sank her teeth into your calm, Laughed when you thought she'd be gentle. She feeds on shame like it's chocolate, And fuck—you're hooked on the flavor. --- [Chorus 2 – Both] The devil wears my lipstick still, On the teeth that smile before they kill. She danced in flames and pulled me near— Said, “Love me, or disappear.” Now pain’s a flavor I crave like wine, Each moan a prayer to cross her line. The kiss was war, the bed was proof— She doesn’t lie. She tells the truth. She doesn’t care who you were before. She only wants the you that bleeds. And baby, you bled beautifully— All over her satin sheets. --- [Bridge – Male Vocals] She didn’t steal me—I offered. Hands shaking, soul unraveling. Every “no” I meant turned to “more.” And she carved her name in the floor. I wrote sonnets in her teeth marks. Said I was hers in every tongue. She took my pulse and made it hers, And I sang like the devil’s lung. --- [Final Chorus – Both] The devil wears my lipstick now, And I wear her bite like a vow. No chains, no flames could pull me back— She fucked the light right off my track. You call it ruin—I call it bliss. She made damnation feel like a kiss. And every time I scream her name, She smiles like she’s won the game. She said, “You belong to me, heart and howl,” Then marked my neck with a broken growl. And I swear I died in that bed— But hell, I still haven’t left. --- [Alternate Chorus – Both] She kissed like a promise you pray to forget, Bit down and erased my regrets. I begged her to stop with a trembling breath— She said, “Not yet.” The devil wore my grin that night, Beneath a flickering motel light. She fed me guilt like it was wine, And god help me—I made it mine. --- [Outro – Male Whisper] There’s a print on my mirror. Red. Smirking. Final. She left it there, without a word. And every time I look—I answer. She’s in my veins like venom that sings. In every woman’s perfume, every shadowed wing. She left, but she didn’t— Because I still wear her fucking lipstick. --- [Outro 2 – Female Whisper] You still taste like obedience. Like someone who thought love meant rescue. But I’m not your home—I’m your curse. And you’ll come back. You always do! --- [Verse 3 – Male Vocals] I saw her once across the street— Same lipstick, same fuck-you heat. She didn’t wave. She didn’t need to. I was already on my knees. --- [Final Whisper – Male] I didn’t lose my soul. I gave it to her—gift-wrapped in sin.....