They say a woman is always last to know
She never feels the hurt until she's told
But what they're saying isn't true
A woman only hides her blues
And never lets her man know that she knew
I was first to know he kissed you
By the lipstick on his shirt
And though I never mentioned it
You can bet I felt the hurt
I was first to know he held you
By the scent of your perfume
I knew that he had told you lies
Looked into your starry eyes
But I never told him that I knew
Then on the day the roses came
I knew he had tired of that old game
Just like he had done before a time or two
So now you have to face the blues
My darling has said "good bye to you"
And now I'll never tell him that I knew
