knockeodver

I pretend it's nothing when you hold my hand outside,
That we've always been doing this - the eating in public.

When we meet for short hours, 
I pretend I don't mind.

You've never really said, but we are what I am - the Other Woman that is.
I pretend I don't mind. 


I think we will be if I hold your hand tight, 
That you need me more than her, that I know you more than she.

But I see her in your eyes, and your smile when she calls.

So I know what this means - that you will leave in the end.

So while it lasts,
I pretend...
I don't mind.