The Other Woman
The other woman finds time to manicure her nailsThe other woman is perfect where her rival failsAnd she's never seen with pin curls in her hair anywhere
The other woman enchantes her clothes with french perfumeThe other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each roomThere are never toys that's scattered everywhere
And when her old man comes to callHe find her waiting like a lonesome queenCause to be by her sideIt's such a change from old routine
But the other woman will always cry herself to sleepThe other woman will never have his love to keepAnd as the years go by the other womanWill spend her life alone