C|Greetings from Las Vegas|G|Or so the postcard said|F C |Lipstick on a coffee cup blood red|C|These little memories like cinders|G|Have kept him warm for years|F C|>From the fire he remembered they're now souvenirs| Am F C|She shined like a diamond burned like a fever| Am F G F|But he was a classic runner a common deceiver| C F C|But the flame that she sparked rose just high enough| G F C G F C|To keep him sifting through the ashes of old love|C |There's an eight by ten reminder|G|On the table by the bed|F|Perfume on the pillow| C|Where she laid her head|C|There ain't nothing colder|G|Than a young mans foolish pride|F|Words left unsaid that smolder|C|Down deep inside| Am F C|She shined like a diamond burned like a fever| Am F G F|But he was a classic runner a common deciever| C F C|But the flame that she sparked rose just high enough| G F C G F C|To keep him sifting through the ashes of old love|