Two Sides to Every Woman

(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