When he heard I wrote songs, an in-law, Morris Iren, gave me a poem he had written. He said perhaps I could turn it into a song. So, the three verses are his. The chorus, bridge, and melody are mine.
Lipstick on my mirror
Spilling words you wrote
You may be for dinner
Or maybe you won't
What is this farce that we play?
Why is the truth so hard to find?
You love me, hate me, for today
But I want an always peace of mind, with no heartgames.
Short note by the door
Saying on second thought
I should call you no more
Though you care a lot
Once in times gone by
I thought the world was full of chance
Full of joy and true romance
Waiting just for me, waiting just for me...
Shadows on my mirror
Wish were you and I
You didn't come for dinner
And neither did I