The other woman

Has time to manicure her nails

The other womanIs 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

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