Hello Geneva,
Your song moved me deeply. I felt it could be condensed and that the title could be slightly changed so as to remove it from being identified or confused with the past hit "Lipstick on Your Collar."

So, I did a bit of a rewrite out of sheer inspiration. You can keep or sweep any of it. I just enjoyed assisting (if I even did assist and you like any of it)

Blessings,
Heidi Thompson


Lyrics
Verse 1
Every Friday night at the window, I'd get a glimpse of Mr. Jones,
gettin' all dressed up for dinner, then sitting down to eat alone.
He'd get out the old 45s, just like they did most every week
I can almost see the color of her lipstick on his cheek.

Vesre 2
They were 60 years together, and it didn't stop the dance.
I felt inclined to join them, but only with a glance.
So many search a lifetime and never find the love they seek,
But Mr. Jones found happiness with her lipstick on his cheek.

Verse 3
His Mrs's passed last winter, on a cold November day,
But Mr. Jones still plays their song to remember her that way.
They loved to dance on Friday, and I'd always take a peek.
But, now he dances solo without her lipstick on his cheek.


Bridge
Friday night had come again, but no one was at home.
The lights were out, the curtains drawn, and no sign of Mr. Jones.
But, I heard the music playing and I saw a ray of light.
Something told me Mrs. Jones had come for him that night.

Verse 4
They say he didn't wake up from his after dinner nap.
Found him in his favorite chair, his wife's picture in his lap.
The phonograph had not been on, like it was most every week.
And Mr. Jones was smiling there with her lipstick on his cheek.




"And, in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make." Paul McCartney