| My friends all ask me
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| If I know the real you
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| I say, yes, I know my man
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| And all about his other woman
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| So to me there’s nothing new
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| They say, please, don’t get offended
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| They’re only trying to help me
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| So I won’t mess up my life
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| But they don’t know
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| To the other woman
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| I’m the other woman
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| And the other woman, she is his wife
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| Everybody calls me stupid
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| For playing second fiddle
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| At least I know I’m number two
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| But all you so-called friends
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| With your supposedly single men
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| Tll me, tell me what numbr are you?
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| If there’s any backstabbin' being done
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| Oh, I’m the guilty one
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| She has no reason for the knife
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| 'Cause to the other woman
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| I’m the other woman
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| And the other woman, she’s his wife
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| I’m gonna try and keep this man
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| In every, every way I can
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| 'Cause he means the world to me
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| I won’t be his degradation
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| Between his obligations
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| To his wife and family
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| But one day the door will close
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| I won’t see him anymore
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| But like the old folks say
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| That’s life
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| To him I’ll just be another woman
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| And the other woman
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| Will always be his wife
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| To him I’ll just be another woman
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| And the other woman
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| Will always be his wife
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| Yes, she will |