Lana Del Rey - The Other Woman (lyrics) Page

The streetlights in the hills didn't glow; they shimmered like damp pearls against the velvet black of the canyon. Lana sat in the back of the town car, her lace gloved fingers tracing the condensation on the window. She wasn't going home. She was going to the hotel room that smelled of expensive cologne and a life that didn’t belong to her.

She knew the rules of this dance. She was the one who kept her hair in perfect, mahogany waves, never a strand out of place. She was the one who wore the perfume that lingered on his skin long after he’d returned to the house with the manicured lawn and the tire swing. Lana Del Rey - The Other Woman (Lyrics)

But as the car pulled up to the side entrance, Lana caught her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her eyes looked tired, shadowed by the very glamour she used as armor. The streetlights in the hills didn't glow; they