♫You say you see what's under me That the gloss has washed away But you're the one whose colour's gone From love to dirty grey Questions come alive in the |middle| of the day Over and over again Watch me start a fire in the |middle| of your shade That's why I'm telling you I'm gonna Kiss you off my lips I don't need another tube of that dime store lipstick Well I think I'm gonna buy me a brand new shade of man Kiss you off my lips♪