The Other Woman

The other woman Has the 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 The other woman Enchants her clothes with French perfume The other woman Keeps fresh-cut flowers in each room There are never toys just scattered everywhere And when he comes to call He'll find her waiting Like a lonely queen And when he's by her side It's quite a change from old routine The other woman Will always cry herself to sleep The other woman Will never have his heart to keep As the years go by The other woman Will live her life alone