Who's That Girl - Judith Owen

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?