She ain't crazy like he said she was There's no mistaking how it's all adding up Lipstick on his collar, smoke from that revolver He can try and call her crazy, oh but she ain't crazy But she's going to make him pay You can see it on her face Black mascara, Moulin Rouge Blood red lipstick, high heeled shoes It's her turn to do him wrong That ain't makeup she got on It's war paint, war paint Go on girl and make that man feel your pain, your pain Nah she, she ain't leaving 'Cause that won't hurt enough Yeah she'll get even if it's the last thing that she does She'll go undercover, find another lover Hope that he'll discover what she's done No she ain't leaving 'cause she's already gone The battle lines are drawn Black mascara, Moulin Rouge Blood red lipstick, high heeled shoes It's her turn to do him wrong That ain't makeup she got on It's war paint, war paint He's gonna see that two can play that game, that game That ain't makeup she's got on It's war paint, yeah Black mascara, Moulin Rouge Blood red lipstick, high heeled shoes Two wrongs ain't right but she don't care All is fair tonight She's wearing war paint Go on girl and make that man feel your pain, your pain He's gonna see that two can play that game, that game 'Cause that ain't makeup she got on It's war paint