The girl in the other room
  She knows by now
  There's something ain't know other fears
  Now she wears this thread bare
  She sits on the floor
  The glass press tight to the wall
  She hears murmurs low
  The paper is peeling
  Her eyes staring straight at the ceiling
  
  Baby be there
  Or maybe it's nothing at all
  As she draws lipstick smears on the wall
  
  The girl in the other room
  She powders her face
  And stares hard into her reflection
  
  The girl in the other room
  She ??
  Adjusting the strap of her gown
  She tosses her tresses
  Her lover undresses
  Turning the last night life down
  What's that voice we're hearing
  We should be sleeping
  Could there be someone who's weeping
  Maybe she's there
  Maybe there's nothing to see
  Just a trace of what used to be
  The girl in the other room
  She darkens her lash and blushes
  She seems to look familiar