The Way Your Make-Up Stains My Pillowcase

Beautiful girl, I'm falling
Head over heels - it's a mess
The way you move your body...
Well it puts me in distress

Designer bag and perfect hair
Oh how it makes my young heart race
I would love you even more so
Without your lovely painted face

Beautiful girl, you're a trip
Like acid freaks on a purple high
And I see that you've chosen me this time
Sometimes I wonder why

Step by step, inch by inch
You exude glamour, heat, and poise
Out of your mouth comes all the right things
Though you never make a noise

Beautiful girl, I'm falling
Like your teddy of ruby and lace
And I don't even mind it when
Your make-up stains my pillowcase