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The other woman has time to manicure her nails
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails
Never ever 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
Never ever toys scattered everywhere
When her old man comes to call
He'll find her waiting like a lonesome queen
Cause when she's by his side
It's such a change from old routine
But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman will never ever have his love to keep
And as the years roll by the other woman will spend
She'll spend her life alone
My fair lady
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