ฟังเพลงWho's That Woman

Who's That Woman - The Hit Co.

Who's that woman?

I know her well,

All decked out head to toe.

She lives life like a carousel:

Beau after beau after beau.

Nightly, daily,

Always laughing gaily,

Seems I see her everywhere I go.

Oh--

Who's

I know I know that woman,

So clever, but ever so sad.

Love, she said, was a fad.

The kind of love

That she couldn't make fun of

She'd have none of.

Who's that woman.

That cheery, weary woman

Who's dressing for yet one more spree?

Each day I see her pass

In my looking-glass--

Lord, Lord, Lord, that woman is me!

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,

Who's the saddest gal in town?

Who's been riding for a fall?

Whose Lothario let her down?

Mirror, mirror, answer me:

Who is she who plays the clown?

Is she out each night till three?

Does she laugh with too much glee?

On reflection, she'd agree.

Mirror, mirror,

Mirror, mirror,

Mirror; mirror...

Who's that woman? Mirror, mirror,

I mean I've seen that woman on the wall,

Who's joking but choking Who's the saddest gal in town?

Back tears.

All those glittering years Who's been riding for a fall?

She thought that

Love was o matter of "Hi, there!"

"Kiss me!" "'Bye, there!"

Who's that woman, Mirror, mirror,

That cheery, weary woman, answer me.

Who's dressing for yet one

Who is she who plays the

More spree? Clown?

The vision's getting blurred.

Isn't that absurd?

Lord. lord. Lord! Lord, Lord, lord!

Lord, Lord,

That woman is me.

Mirror, mirror!

That woman is me.

Mirror, mirror!

That woman is me! Mirror, mirror! Mirror