(Carlene Carter)
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It's right on the tips of her fingertips
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Trapped in the part between her lips
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She takes her time, delivers her line
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She never says she's sorry
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She only asks for forgiveness
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Two sides, two sides to every woman
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Two sides, two sides to every woman
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She's the leader, she follows the crowd
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She's the silent type, she talks too loud
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It's a day's work, she's a night clerk
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She loves to have that drink
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But she hates the taste of alcohol
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She's got no visible means of support
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(That's) no reason to call her a whore
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She buttons her lip, slips out of her slip
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She's lost her pride
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But she's too proud to admit it
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Two Sides To Every Woman
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| Carlene Carter |
