Lipstick

Lipstick
You say you're on it, but you just don't know
You're spending money like you're on death row
You must be mis-educated by all the guys that you dated
You think I'll take the bait, but I don't think so

Oh... am I headed for a car crash?
Oh... I'm just about to meet my match, she takes the
Ho... I'm about to fall in, head first
Sisters, let me tell you how it works
Hey!

She's got her lipstick on
Here I come, da da dum
She's got her lipstick on
Hit and run, then I'm gone
Check my collar, collar, hey, hey hey...
Check my collar, collar, hey, hey hey...

Oh... oh...

You look at me and I got you in mind
I come on over, see what I could find
No appetite for delusion
How could I win when I'm losin'?
You're saying yes, when it is no, no, no, no

Oh... am I headed for a car crash?
Oh... I'm just about to meet my match, she takes the
Ho... I'm about to fall in, head first
Sisters, let me tell you how it works
Hey!

She's got her lipstick on
Here I come, da da dum
She's got her lipstick on
Hit and run, then I'm gone
Check my collar, collar, hey, hey hey...
Check my collar, collar, hey, hey hey...

She's got her lipstick on
Here I come, da da dum
She's got her lipstick on
Hit and run, then I'm gone
Check my collar, collar, hey, hey hey...
Check my collar, collar, hey

It's not that I don't wanna play (play, play)
And then I didn't look your way (way, way)
It's not like every girl's the same (same, same)
You gotta know just how to treat this miss
She won't be dismissed
Hey...

She's got her lipstick on
Here I come, da da dum
She's got her lipstick on
Hit and run, then I'm gone
Check my collar, collar, hey, hey hey...
Check my collar, collar, hey, hey hey...

She's got her lipstick on
Here I come, da da dum
She's got her lipstick on
Hit and run, then I'm gone
Check my collar, collar, hey, hey hey...
Check my collar, collar, hey, hey hey...

Here I come, here I come
Dum da dum, da dum, da dum...
Here I come, here I come
Dum da dum, da dum, da dum...

Hit and run, hit and run
Dum da dum, da dum, da dum...
Then I'm gone, then I'm gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone

1985 - Ireland Maria Christian , Wait until the weekend comes

1985 - Ireland
Performed by: Maria Christian
Music by: Brendan J. Graham
Lyrics by: Brendan J. Graham
Conductor: Noel Kelehan
Language: English
Placing: 6th (91 points)





Wait until the weekend comes
Wait until the weekend comes
Then we'll have what time it takes
To sort it out
To see it through

Wait until the weekend comes
Sundays always change your mind
And make you laugh about me and you

Hold me now
Really don't want you to go
Really don't want you to go
And I'm so afraid

Hold me now
Really don't want you to know
Really don't want you to know
That I'm so afraid

Wait until the summer comes
Sunshine looks so good on you
We'll catch the tide and start anew

Hold me now
Really don't want you to go
Really don't want you to go
And I'm so afraid

Hold me now
Really don't want you to know
Really don't want you to know
That I'm so afraid

Wait until the rainbow ends
Then we'll find our pot of gold
Lovers, friends, just growin' old

So wait until the weekend comes and goes
Wait until the weekend comes and goes

1984 - Ireland Linda Martin Terminal 3

1984 - Ireland
Performed by: Linda Martin
Music by: Johnny Logan
Lyrics by: Johnny Logan
Conductor: Noel Kelehan
Language: English
Placing: 2nd (137 points)



Terminal 3
Long distance USA, last night I heard him say
He's been away too long, now he's coming home
Be on the morning plane, if I still feel the same
I should be waiting 'cause he'd be all alone

I'm in Arrivals by the time he had said
I search the information board and it read
"Terminal Three: flight's on time"

Staring into a space, searching through every face
He's been away too long now, he must have changed
Another time and place can never quite erase
The way he turned his back and walked away

I repeated all the words he had said
Until a voice came through into my head
"Terminal Three: flight's on time"

Fly to me on the wings of all you meant to me
Memories of the dreams that all tomorrow can be
For you and me
"Terminal Three: flight's on time"

Fly to me on the wings of all you meant to me
Memories of the dreams that all tomorrow can be
For you and me
"Terminal Three: flight's on time"

Long distance USA, last night I heard him say
Could I be waiting 'cause he'd be all alone
I told him nothing's changed and I still feel the same
He's been away too long

Come on home
(Long distance USA, last night I heard him say)
Come on home
(Could I be waiting 'cause he'd be all alone)
Come on home
(I told him nothing's changed and I still feel the same)
Come on home
(He's been away too long)
"Terminal Three: flight's on time"

Long distance USA, long distance USA
Long distance USA, long distance USA
Long distance USA, long distance USA
Long distance USA, long distance USA

1982 - Ireland

1982 - Ireland
Performed by: The Duskeys
Music by: Sally Keating
Lyrics by: Sally Keating
Conductor: Noel Kelehan
Language: English





Here today, gone tomorrow
Lala lalalala... la lalalala... la lalalala...
La lalalala... la lalalala... la lalalala...

Hey baby, tell me please
How can you come back to me as cool as a breeze?
You can fool some people with your big brown eyes
But I'm the one who knows that you've been telling me lies
You tell me that you love me so
Then you pack up and off you go

Here today, gone tomorrow
One day love, next day sorrow
First you give, then you borrow
Here today, gone tomorrow
Baby, love me all of the time
Or I don't really wanna know

Here today, gone tomorrow
One day love, next day sorrow
First you give, then you borrow
Here today, gone tomorrow
Baby, give me all of your love
Or I don't really wanna know

Lala lalalala... la lalalala... la lalalala...
La lalalala... la lalalala... la lalalala...

Hey baby, would it be nice
If I paid attention to my friends' advice?
They've been telling me that I should turn you down
'Cause you've another girlfriend on the far side of town
I always hoped when you'd go away
That you would change your rovin' ways
And come back to stay

Here today, gone tomorrow
One day love, next day sorrow
First you give, then you borrow
Here today, gone tomorrow
Baby, love me all of the time
Or I don't really wanna know

Here today, gone tomorrow
One day love, next day sorrow
First you give, then you borrow
Here today, gone tomorrow
Baby, give me all of your love
Or I don't really wanna know

Here today, gone tomorrow
One day love, next day sorrow
First you give, then you borrow
Here today, gone tomorrow

1981 - Ireland Sheeba Horoscopes

1981 - Ireland
Performed by: Sheeba
Music by: Jim Kelly
Lyrics by: Joe Burkett
Conductor: Noel Kelehan
Language: English



Horoscopes
Rushing for the papers every day
To find out what the stars have got to say
About the fortunes that are on the way
It's crazy, crazy

Working, not waiting that forever will hold
Success comes from what we do, not from what we're told
And counting on lucky stars is living on false hopes

Don't let the planets take control of our lives
Believe in the truth and not celestial lies
It's we, not the stars above, who write our horoscopes

Virgos and Arians, Leos, Aquarians
Pisces, Cancerians show
No matter when we're born
Libra or Capricorn
Taureans and Scorpions know

Nothing can change the way we've chosen to live
And no one can tell us when to take or to give
It's we, not the stars above, who write our horoscopes

Yet, in spite of this, when daylight dies
There we are, with eyes turned to the sky
All anxious to be told a few more lies
Still crazy, crazy

Working, not waiting that forever will hold
Success comes from what we do, not from what we're told
And counting on lucky stars is living on false hopes

Don't let the planets take control of our lives
Believe in the truth and not celestial lies
It's we, not the stars above, who write our horoscopes

Throw away almanacs, signs of the Zodiac
Then there is sense to be found
They are celestial, we are terrestrial
Let's keep our feet on the ground

Don't let the planets take control of our lives
Believe in the truth and not celestial lies
It's we, not the stars above, who write our horoscopes

It's we, not the stars above, who write our horoscopes