She's painting her fingernails waiting for something to happen
Listening to love songs, watching the clock on the wall...
She could fix a cheese sandwich but someone might ask her to dinner
So, she's painting her fingernails waiting for someone to call...
There's torn, yellowed photograph stuck in the edge of the mirror
By the Raggedy Ann doll she played with when she was a child...
There's a top dresser drawer filled with jewelry, pills, and old letters
And she's painting her fingernails dreaming of Paul Newman's smile...
There's a sink full of dishes leftover from three lonely breakfasts
And some old glamour magazines all very neatly arranged...
But the magazines just make her feel like she's fat, and she's ugly
So she's painting her fingernails waiting for something to change...
On her desk is the macrame she started back last December
And the bright colored Christmas card he sent her three years ago...
So she stretches her legs in an exercise she's been neglecting
She's painting her fingernails hoping that age doesn't show...
And the thought pops up that the telephone just might be out of order
She picks it up, hears the tone and sets it down again...
Hell, there are lots of other men
If she has to she can always call a friend...
In the fridge there's what is left of last Wednesday night candle light dinner
On her neck is the love mark he left to prove he was there...
She'd call the dentist and take her red coat to the cleaners
But she's painting her fingernails wondering if anyone cares...
She undresses seductively in front of Johnny Carson
And smiles goodnight to the bullfighter there on the wall...
She crawls into bed knowing this time tomorrow
She'll be painting her fingernails waiting for someone to call...
Painting her fingernails waiting for someone to call...