Other Woman
[Lana]I'm the other womanOther woman, other womanOther woman, other womanOther woman, other womanYou you, la la la...You you, la la la...
Who else knows you're not a stand up guy?Trouble in paradise, they can see it in your eyesLiving double lives, yeah your living double livesHe says he loves me, I don't believe himIf I'm so angry, why don't I leave him?But he knows that I, I really need himI'm tired of being, tired of being
The other womanOther woman, other womanOther woman, other womanOther woman, other woman
Chase that high, chase that highIs there nothing that will satisfy?There's trouble inside your mind, and you're desperate for the fireAddicted to surprise, addicted to the lies
He says he wants me, why can't I see him?Only at late nights, not on the weekendI know it's tough but, I know his girlfriendI'm tired of hearing, hearing he's leaving
That other womanOther woman, other womanOther woman, other womanOther woman, other woman
At the supermarket, waiting in lineHair done, nails on, gold designShe walks up and whispered from behind"Everyone knows your little secret"
I'm the other womanEveryone's bridesmaid, nobody's brideEveryone's mistress, nobody's wifeBut we knew when you moved that you were the troubled typeYou the kinda girl who, you the kinda girls
That other womanOther woman, other womanOther woman, other woman
(Other woman, other woman...)