She was... the kind of girl who carried on with
Most men who were married
She loved all... the storm and the drama
She liked how they couldn't own her, only harm her
And she fell... hook, line and sinker
A racehorse, running with blinkers
And, of course, he was a stinker
She didn't find out 'til the honeymoon and she asked him:
Who's that girl... in the picture?
And who's that girl... on the phone?
And don't you know?
I don't ask for anything but the truth
I know now, I've come to deserve you
But who loves you when I'm not home?
And she was... a girl who loved danger
But today, she's just haunted by a stranger
An old flame, always one step behind her
To scare her, to dare her
Reminding her of herself
She says...
Who's that girl... in the picture?
And who's that girl on the phone?
And don't you know?
I don't ask for anything but the truth
I know at last that I've, I've come to deserve you
Who loves you when I'm not home?
?
Home...
Our kingdom, our sanctity
Church of our vanities
Home...
And is it any wonder how we plunder this thing, our home?
She was... a girl who loved drama
But today, she's just... mopping up karma
I'd say the things that I think, but I know they'd alarm her
(Know they'd alarm her)
When God throws these thunderbolts, it's His little joke on us
Who's that girl?
Don't you know?
Who's that girl... darling?
Don't you know?
I don't... ask for anything
(Anything but the truth)
But the truth
You're a bastard, but you know I love you
Just tell me, who's that girl?
Yeah, yeah
Who loves you when I'm not home?
When I'm not home
Who's that girl?
