Lipstick on the Glass Lyrics

Open the door, come on through
Out of breath the lover in you
Hot lips, hot hands, hotter skin
Twilight face shadowing

Looking through the bottom of your glass
Stretching like a lazy cat
Your body so smooth and bright
Fading inside the light

Touch you, stroke you finger light
Awaking, aching, moving things
Your black eyes close and you burn alive
You open up like a rose of night

She's leaving but she's left
Her smile, her lips, her breath
She'll come back just the same
And ask me once again:

Who's that lipstick on the glass?
Who's that lipstick on the glass?
Who's that lipstick on the glass?

Touch you, stroke you finger light...
She's leaving but she's left...
Open the door, come on through...