Lana Del Rey - The Other Woman (lyrics) <95% Validated>

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 thought of the woman waiting in that other house. That woman was likely wearing an old t-shirt, her hair pulled back in a messy knot, surrounded by the beautiful, exhausting chaos of a shared history. That woman had the arguments about the mortgage and the messy kitchen, but she also had the right to scream, to cry, and to be seen in the harsh light of morning. Lana Del Rey - The Other Woman (Lyrics)

To the world, she was the siren. She was the one with the French manicures and the silk slips, always ready with a glass of scotch and a soft place for him to land when the weight of his "real" life became too heavy. She never asked about the children's school plays. She never complained about the late-night departures or the sudden silences. The streetlights in the hills didn't glow; they