Lyrics:

Connie Francis' hit from 1959 comes from an age so much more innocent than today, yet singers are still dealing with the subject since human nature never changes.
When you left me all alone at the record hop
Told me you were going out for a soda pop
You were gone for quite a while, half an hour or more
You came back and man, oh man, this is what I saw

Lipstick on your collar told a tale on you
Lipstick on your collar said you were untrue
Bet your bottom dollar, you and I are through
'Cause lipstick on your collar told a tale on you, yeah


You said it belonged to me, made me stop and think
And then I noticed yours was red, mine was baby pink
Who walked in but Mary Jane, lipstick all a mess
Were you smoochin' my best friend? Guess the answer's yes

Lipstick on your collar told a tale on you
Lipstick on your collar said you were untrue
Bet your bottom dollar, you and I are through
Cause lipstick on your collar told a tale on you, boy
Told a tale on you, man
Told a tale on you, yeah
Told a tale on you