I'm the other womanOther woman, other womanOther woman, other womanOther woman, other womanYou you, la la laYou you, la la laWho else knows you're not a stand up guy?Trouble in paradise, they can see it in your eyesLiving double lives, yeah your living double livesHe says he loves me, I don't believe himIf I'm so angry, why don't I leave him?But he knows that I, I really need himI'm tired of being, tired of beingThe other womanOther woman, other womanOther woman, other womanOther woman, other womanChase that high, chase that highIs there nothing that will satisfy?There's trouble inside your mindAnd you're desperate for the fireAddicted to surprise, addicted to the liesHe says he wants me, why can't I see him?Only at late nights, not on the weekendI know it's tough but, I know his girlfriendI'm tired of hearing, hearing he's leavingThat other womanOther woman, other womanOther woman, other womanOther woman, other womanAt the supermarket, waiting in lineHair done, nails on, gold designShe walks up and whispered from behind"Everyone knows your little secret"I'm the other womanEveryone's bridesmaid, nobody's brideEveryone's mistress, nobody's wifeBut we knew when you movedThat you were the troubled typeYou the kinda girl who, you the kinda girlsThat other womanOther woman, other womanOther woman, other womanOther woman, other woman
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I'm the other woman
Other woman, other woman
Other woman, other woman
Other woman, other woman
You you, la la la
You you, la la la
Who else knows you're not a stand up guy?
Trouble in paradise, they can see it in your eyes
Living double lives, yeah your living double lives
He says he loves me, I don't believe him
If I'm so angry, why don't I leave him?
But he knows that I, I really need him
I'm tired of being, tired of being
The other woman
Other woman, other woman
Other woman, other woman
Other woman, other woman
Chase that high, chase that high
Is there nothing that will satisfy?
There's trouble inside your mind
And you're desperate for the fire
Addicted to surprise, addicted to the lies
He says he wants me, why can't I see him?
Only at late nights, not on the weekend
I know it's tough but, I know his girlfriend
I'm tired of hearing, hearing he's leaving
That other woman
Other woman, other woman
Other woman, other woman
Other woman, other woman
At the supermarket, waiting in line
Hair done, nails on, gold design
She walks up and whispered from behind
"Everyone knows your little secret"
I'm the other woman
Everyone's bridesmaid, nobody's bride
Everyone's mistress, nobody's wife
But we knew when you moved
That you were the troubled type
You the kinda girl who, you the kinda girls
That other woman
Other woman, other woman
Other woman, other woman
Other woman, other woman
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