She's paintin' her fingernails, waitin' for somethin' to happen
Listenin' to love songs watchin' the clock on the wall
She could fix a cheese sandwich, but someone might ask her to dinner
So she's paintin' her fingernails, waitin' for someone to call
There's a torn yellow photograph stuck in the edge of the mirror
By the Raggedy Ann doll she played with when she was a child
There's a top dresser drawer filled with j**elry, pills and old letters
And she's paintin' her fingernails, dreamin' of Paul Newman's smile
There's a sink full of dishes left over from three lonely breakfasts
And some old Glamour magazines all very neatly arranged
But the magazines just make her feel that she's fat and she's ugly
So she's paintin' her nails, waitin' for somethin' to change
On her desk is a macramé she started back last December
And the bright gilded Christmas card he sent her three years ago
So she stretches her legs in an exercise she's been neglecting
She's paintin' her nails, hopin' that age doesn't show
And it dawns on her the telephone just might be out of order
She picks it up -- hears the tone and sets it down again
Hell, there's lots of other men
And if she has to, she can always call a friend
In the fridge, there's what's left of last Wednesday night's candlelight dinner
On her neck is the love mark he left her to prove he was there
Should call the dentist and take her red coat to the cleaners
But she's paintin' her fingernails, wonderin' if anyone cares
She undresses seductively in front of -- Johnny Carson
And smiles goodnight to the bullfighter there on the wall
And she crawls into bed knowin' that this time tomorrow
She'll be paintin' her fingernails, waitin' for someone to call
Paintin' her fingernails, waitin' for someone to call