Lana Del Rey - Other Woman (2010) lyrics
Lana Del Rey [Elizabeth Woolridge Grant] New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lana Del Rey - Other Woman 2010 lyrics]
I'm the other woman other woman, other woman
Other woman, other woman
Other woman, other woman
You, you, la la-lie you, you, la la-lie
Who else knows you're not a stand up guy?
Trouble in paradise
They can see it in your eyes
Living double lives
That you're 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
Taste 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 his tough life, 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, oh
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
Other woman, other woman
Other woman, other woman
You, you, la la-lie you, you, la la-lie
Who else knows you're not a stand up guy?
Trouble in paradise
They can see it in your eyes
Living double lives
That you're 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
Taste 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 his tough life, 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, oh
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