| She picked up his jacket
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| And hid her earrings in his pocket
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| So he’de have a reason to call
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| But her telephone won’t ring
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| And the shame that it will bring
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| Makes her regret, it all
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| She should be accustom
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| She ought to know you just can’t trust him
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| When he’s got a wife, that he ain’t gonna leave
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| Maybe she deserves, what she got coming
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| She can’t hide and there’s no running
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| From the guilt and lonely life she bound to live
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| Cause she’s the other woman
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| You’ve seen her before, deep in his eyes
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| When he walks through the door
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| But did you know
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| That even though she’s putting you through hell
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| You don’t have to hate the other woman
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| She’ll do it herself
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| They tried to keep under cover
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| But you would soon discover
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| That she’s your worst nightmare coming true
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| You don’t even know her name
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| But you wish her a life a pain
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| But believe you me thats what she’s going through
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| Cause she’s the other woman
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| You’ve seen her before, deep in his eyes
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| When he walks through the door
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| But did you know
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| That even though she’s been putting you through hell
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| You don’t have hate the other woman
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| She’ll do it herself
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| No you don’t have to hate the other woman
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| She’ll do it herself… |