Sunday dress hanging on the bedroom door   Empty bottle of wine on the hardwood floor   Last night, he said, she was the one   Oh, but men and mascara always run      Did I give my love too soon or wait too long?   Did I take it a little too easy, or put it on too strong?   She was looking for love, he was looking for fun   Yeah, men and mascara always run      She ain't getting any younger   It wasn't supposed to be this way   Staring in the mirror   With little black rivers running down her face      Tomorrow's gonna be a brand new day   She'll wake up in the morning and wash it all away   Last night, he said, she was the one   Oh, but men and mascara, they always run   Yeah, men and mascara always run