Maybe I should be more like her And she's perfect I can taste her lipstick and see her laying across your chest I can feel the distance every time you remember her fingertips I can taste her lipstick, it's like I'm kissing her, too Different inflection

The other woman has time to manicure her nails The other woman is perfect where her rival fails And she's never 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

She's right on the money She goes direct to my heart When it comes to lovin' me She's everything I need, bulls eye-perfect Got a little story for you (bet it's about a woman) Let's begin with the day I met her And how fast this good ol' boy's world got