(Carlene Carter)

It's right on the tips of her fingertips

Trapped in the part between her lips

She takes her time, delivers her line

She never says she's sorry

She only asks for forgiveness

Two sides, two sides to every woman

Two sides, two sides to every woman

She's the leader, she follows the crowd

She's the silent type, she talks too loud

It's a day's work, she's a night clerk

She loves to have that drink

But she hates the taste of alcohol

She's got no visible means of support

(That's) no reason to call her a whore

She buttons her lip, slips out of her slip

She's lost her pride

But she's too proud to admit it