he smokes cigars in his car
in fast food parking lots
and wants to touch me
while i'm in the bath
i'm not the other woman
i'm not the woman
i'm not woman
just kissable air
filled with slips of paper
little love notes
i keep in my wallet
but never read
one curtain in my bedroom
is longer than the other
i don't know who would make
a curtain like that
i think
while i'm in bed
he could be here
but i'm not the other woman
just an other
a dirt and a price