The Other Woman Songtext / Lyric

The other woman,
Has time to manicure her nails.
The other woman,
Is perfect, where her rival fails.
And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair anywhere. The other woman,
Enchants her clothes with French perfume.
The other woman,
Keeps fresh cut flowers in each room.
There are never toys that's scattered everywhere. And when her old man comes to call,
He finds her waiting like a lonesome queen.
'Cause to be by her side,
It's such a change from old routine.

But the other woman,
Will always cry herself to sleep.
The other woman,
Will never have his love to keep.
And as the years go by,
The other woman,
Will spend her life alone.
Alone.

Alone.