She can't put her finger on a single lipstick stain
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Perfume doesn't linger in a shirt
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There's no matchbook in his pocket with a number and a name
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So why does she still hurt
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'Cause a woman knows, when there's another woman
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She can feel her, all over her man
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A woman knows, when there's another woman
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You can't fool her, don't try to think you can
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What she don't know won't hurt her that's what he tells himself
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So he hides his cheatin' heart inside his chest
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He thinks he's put one over, but what he doesn't know is
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He's already confessed
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'Cause a woman knows, when there's another woman
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She can feel her, all over her man
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A woman knows, when there's another woman
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You can't fool her, don't try to think you can
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A woman knows, when there's another woman
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You can't fool her, don't try to think you can
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You can't fool her, don' try to think you can
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A Woman Knows
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| Kenny Chesney |
