My red lipstick stains on your white t-shirt But I guess we would never be the same I love you less each day Our love is fading But we don't talk much about it yet I won't ever be what you want If this is love, then why don't we work it out? Or maybe it's too late for hoping Or maybe I'm holding on to nothing ♪ Your sins wrapped in Tiffany blue They look gorgeous just like you Maybe we could drive and talk about it I'm your baby doll, but I'm fading I won't ever be what you want If this is love, then why don't we work it out? Or maybe it's too late for hoping I'm your baby doll, but I'm fading