As I was screaming into New Orleans I seen a woman on a motorbike She captivated my imagination With her lipstick in the night Well, the look in her eye would make a rhinestone jealous As she leaned into the exit sign In her Cajun complexion I could see the reflection Of her lipstick in the night Lipstick in the night Red lipstick make a bulldog bite Lipstick in the night She cut her ignition and she paid her admission To Tipitina's jump-and-jive I offered her a stroke of my Bacardi and Coke To wet her lipstick in the night
I took a chance and I asked her to dance As the band played with all their might I looked her in the face but I couldn't erase Her lipstick in the night Lipstick in the night Red lipstick make a bulldog bite Lipstick in the night She followed me well down to a cheap hotel There we got into a helluva fight I could hear her leave as she jingled her keys Wearin' lipstick in the night Well, I never expect to ever see her again Anyway, she wasn't my type I just overestimated my exaggeration Of her lipstick in the night