Who's That Woman?

I am not making an ass out of myself alone. If I do this number, we all do this number. Sally?

This number winded me when I was nineteen. You gonna do it, Phyl?

If you can do it, I can do it. 

Hattie?

I haven't danced in thirty years. 

All right, are we ready girls?

Wait a minute. 

Hit it, baby!

(sung)

Who's that woman? I know her well

All decked out head to toe

She lives life like a carousel

Beau after beau after beau

Nightly, daily

Always laughing gaily

Seems I see her everywhere I go

Oh—

Who's that woman?

I know I know that woman

So clever

But ever

So sad

Love, she said, was a fad

The kind of love that she couldn't make fun of

She'd have none of

Who's that woman

That cheery, weary woman

Who's dressing for yet one more spree?

Each day I see her pass

In my looking glass—

Lord, Lord, Lord, that woman is me!

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Who's the saddest gal in town?

Who's been riding for a fall?

Whose Lothario let her down?

Mirror, mirror, answer me:

Who is she who plays the clown?

Is she out each night till three?

Does she laugh with too much glee?

On reflection, she'd agree

Mirror, mirror

Mirror, mirror

Mirror, mirror...

(spoken)

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and hey!

Who's that woman?

I mean I've seen

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who's the saddest gal in town?

That woman, who's joking

But choking

Back tears

All those glittering years

She thought that

Love was a matter of

"Hi, there!"

"Kiss me!"

'Bye, there!"

Who's been

Riding for a fall?

Love was a matter of

"Hi, there!"

"Kiss me!"

'Bye, there!"

Who's that woman

That cheery, weary woman

Who's dressing for yet one

More spree?

Mirror, mirror

Answer me

Who is she who plays the clown?

The vision's getting blurred

Isn't that absurd?

Lord, Lord, Lord!

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord!

That woman is me

That woman is me!

That woman is me!

Mirror. mirror!

Mirror, mirror!

Mirror, mirror!

Mirror!