Almost the Politician's Wife

She's a woman
She got that right
She's human
Don't sleep well at night

She heads down to the beautician
Says, "I might not be a mathematician
But weren't you with a politician's wife?"
She says, "Honey, from birth to mortician
You gotta find a light on in your eyes"

She's a woman
A fine, fine specimen
Read up on the wall
What she can do to her man

She's been called everything
From the bitch to some kind of witch
To an answer to the seven year itch
She's just a switch to turn the light on in your eyes

She's a woman
And her mouth is shaped like a cloud
And it feels good
She lets the rain come down

In her eyes is the storm
The rest of her face is calm and warm
But that lead you to the wild side of life
She'as a woman, she got all the rights



Credits
Writer(s): Howe Gelb
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