The Other Woman +harp

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© Tu
Your side of the bed is still warm
by now you'd almost be home
you'll slip into bed with your wife
she has no idea of your double life

I got the blues baby ever since you left
your the best lover a woman ever had
I feel like a fool sharing you like I do


When I met you I didn't know you were spoken for
now I'm the other woman
begging on the floor
I let my heart rule my head and now I'm alone crying in bed

I'm tired of waiting waiting for you to choose
either way one of us is bound to loose
when will you pick me?
this relationship is too crowded with three