The other woman finds time to manicure her nails
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The other woman is perfect where her rival fails
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And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair
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The other woman enchantes her clothes with French perfume
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The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room
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There are never toys that's scattered everywhere
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And when her own man comes to call on her
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He'll find her waiting like a lonesome queen
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Cos when she's by his side
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It's such a change from old routine
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But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
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The other woman will never have his love to keep
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And as the years go by the other woman
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Will spend her life alone
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The other woman enchantes her clothes with French perfume
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The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room
|
There are never toys that's scattered everywhere
|
|
And when her own man comes to call on her
|
He'll find her waiting like a lonesome queen
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Cos when she's by his side
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It's such a change from old routine
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But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
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The other woman will never have his love to keep
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And as the years go by the other woman
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Will spend her life alone
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The Other Woman
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| Nina Simone |
