Who's That Woman?

Who's that woman? I know her well
All decked out head to toe
She lives life like a carousel
Beau after beau after beau.

Nightly, daily
Always laughing gaily
Seems I see her everywhere I go
Oh...

Who's that woman?
I know I know that woman
So clever, but ever so sad
Love, she said, was a fad
The kind of love that she couldn't make fun of
She'd have none of.

Who's that woman
That cheery, weary woman
Who's dressing for yet one more spree?
Each day I see her pass
In my looking-glass
Lord, Lord, Lord, that woman is me!

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who's the saddest gal in town?
Who's been riding for a fall?
Whose Lothario let her down?

Mirror, mirror, answer me
Who is she who plays the clown?
Is she out each night till three?
Does she laugh with too much glee?
On reflection, she'd agree.

Mirror, mirror
Mirror, mirror
Mirror; mirror...
(The women begin their old routine
their younger selves take over.)

Who's that woman? Mirror, mirror
I mean I've seen that woman on the wall
Who's joking but choking Who's the saddest gal in town?
Back tears
All those glittering years Who's been riding for a fall?
She thought that
Love was o matter of "Hi, there!" Love was a matter of "Hi, there!"

"Kiss me!" "'Bye, there!"
"Kiss me!" "Bye, there!"
Who's that woman, Mirror, mirror
That cheery, weary woman, answer me
Who's dressing for yet one Who is she who plays the
more spree? Clown?
The vision's getting blurred
Isn't that absurd?
Lord. lord. Lord! Lord, Lord, lord!
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord!
That woman is me.

Mirror, mirror!
That woman is me
Mirror, mirror!
That woman is me! Mirror, mirror! Mirror!