But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
There are never toys that's scattered everywhere
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And when her man comes to call
And as the years go by the other woman will spend her life alone
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair
But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
'Cause when she's by his side it's such a change from old routine
The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room
He'll find her waiting like a lonesome queen
The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume
